Bruise Me

Somethings in life,
Are untitled.
Some chapters,
Are written without names.
Sometimes,
Things are made of pain.

I look up at the blue sky,
Marvel at it's beauty.
The warm summer breeze,
Blowing gently around me.
The sun kissing my skin.
The grass is green,
And the wildflowers are growing,
In little patches.
You know?
I've always thought,
The world was beautiful.

A message,
Written in my veins.
A kiss,
Blown to stop the pain.
Your blue eyes,
Freeze my soul.
They see right through,
Everything I know.

Kiss my lips,
Pull me close.
I'm begging you.
I need to know,
That I'm more than the hurt,
That I'm more that it all.

I cling to you,
With everything I am.
I never want to let you go.
No matter what you do,
Remember that I'll always need you.

Somethings in life,
Are untitled.
But not you.
You have a name,
And it's carved into everything I do.