some nights, love, i miss you to tears.

and i want to ink your name on my skin, as it is carved on my heart.

but then i wonder if someday i'll recover from you and wish i hadn't.

some days it's with painful bliss that i think of our kisses.

some days it's anger that accompanies the memory of how you went all the way to my heart.

like no one before or since. 

my stoic martyr, stronger and more stubborn than even i am.

cheating yourself of life, to give to others.

calling yourself satisfied with coffee and smokes and perfect trees.

for a moment tho, you let me baby you, spoil you, charm you.

i saw the smiles, and the tears. 

and i think, i hope, i got to your heart as well.

i'll never wish i hadn't.