I never thought I was anything special
or that there was something to love about me
or understood why and how you love me,
but you love me,
and you think I’m beautiful,
and you make me feel like I’m worth something,
and you said you’d even kill for my safety,
and just…wow.
I should stop hating myself
because there’s obviously got to be something about me,
even if I never see it.
I should remember its there…
somewhere.
So I shouldn’t hurt
and I won’t hurt,
and I’ll love
you
and I love 
you,
I’m in love
with you,
I’m 
yours.
Its 
all I want 
to be
until 
my very
last
exhale.