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I know what i want, but do i deserve to have?
I know where i belong but am capable of staying strong?
I had what was to be eternal..
To find the one that you belong to in life,
is one of lifes hardest missions, the majority of the worlds biggest dreams, to become someones wife.
To someone who loves you for who you are.
They accept your past, struggle through the present with you, and most importantly..
they thrive towards the future with you.
To find that someone that shares spiritual beliefs, is not affraid to show emotions, respects death and never worries about what other people think..
God created this thing they call love, it's beautiful...
It hurts, it feels good every emotion you could ever think
Love if shared with the right one is a priceless masterpiece.
It pulls you up and pushes you down.
It drags you through the dirt but always brings you out clean.
50 years later you will do it all again..
look back into the silly mishaps and know that the hard times brought you closer.
This is all surreal you say so?
Unless you give up or let it all go.
it causes a pain to deep into your chest.
As if being stabbed repeatedly from right to left.
It twists your intestines all around..
creating butterflies and sometimes pains by the pounds.
It leaves your mind baffled, wondering if maybe you won a one of a kind raffle.
Never had any luck before, it leaves you feeling unsure.
There are boundaries in love such as how far to push.
Also boundaries of when it's ok to pull.
Can you love someone so much that you push them away?
Can you love someone too much that you worry if they will stray?
Can you love someone so much that if it ends your life no longer has meaning no matter who else seems to be around?
I say *yes* but i could be wrong.
I walk on eggshells but not out of fear.
I do it because there are things no one cares to hear.
Things that seem to matter only to me,
Things i've kept inside for personal emotional safety.
I'm not the type to hate no matter what's going on.
I talk alot of shit in crowds but to know me we must be alone.
There is only one person out there who knows the real me.
It's not my mother, i sometimes call him ~baby~.
i gave him all of me, i'd never take any of it back.
It's his to keep and for me to place it all back.
into a spot where once again safety resides.
within his arms, his heart, his mind..