I have loved in the most wonderful way:
I was not guided by your hand
But reminded of my company.
Words did not always come easily
But they had a bit more meaning to them.
I never cried to you, never about you,
But for you.

But I also have loved in the most terrible way:
You only fought to tear down the wall,
Never stopping to wonder why it was built.
You always listened to my words
But I rarely heard questions.
The stars of our hearts collided
And we stood and watched them burn.

9:51 pm  •  29 April 2012  •  5 notes