Her Past is Nothing, But the Present is Something.

Her dark past,
And endless secrets.
Her depressed state,
And several regrets,
They mean nothing to me.
The past is the past.
She is what matters,
I must have her, and fast.

She fears my hatred,
And my disapproval.
She fears being broken,
An becoming removable.
But she should fear of breaking me,
For her, I would never scratch.
I would never hurt her,
And if she will fall, then I will catch.

I need her beauty to keep me alive,
I need her smile to bring out mine.
I need her... Not anyone else.
I will never cross that stupid line.
I know she means well,
But I still feel quite... Sigh...
For she says that she loves me,
But sometimes I feel as though it is a lie.

I want her to be sincere,
To hold me when I need it.
I want her to be there for me,
Especially through all this shit.
I want her lips,
To kiss my nose.
I want her body,
To be beyond close.

She can't see her future,
From time to time.
But she must live,
So that I won't die.
I need her more than anything,
I hope she needs me too.
I want to end her suffering,
To make it vanish out of the blue.

When she cries,
I tend to join.
If we say our goodbyes,
life will be at the flip of a coin.
I need her devotion,
And I don't receive it, I will shatter.
I don't care about who she used to be,
Who she is now is what matters.