To my happiness

I love it when we work.

I love it when we talk.

I love it when I miss you.

Makes no sense but I know its just you.

I hate it when I can't reach you

Especially because its my fault.

I hate that you can walk away.

From a whole me, 

Your Nerd,

Your annoying love bug.

and the endless love I feel.

So sorry when I trip.

Am so sorry when I flip,

But I hope

That one day,

Maybe one day,

you will understand,

That, 

I am a bit stupid,

And maybe I'm bit mad,

Because no one throws away

Their own heart,

Then walks around being sad..

From a cavern of their own making,

Whose darkness eats up light.

I hate it when I miss you,

I hate it when I care

I hate that this hole inside of me,

Is coz I dug and tore you out.

Its like I have a million arms,

That are reaching out

And they can Only grasp the air.

I love it when I pray

And God undoubtedly says,

*I filled your heart with a diamond,

And you mined it with your unclean spade,

I put you in a caramel paradise,

Even your six year old could tell.

That I gave you an Angel.

That i gave you a chance,

And then another one,

I show her that you do care, 

Instead you let insecurities,

And worse yet 

Your waggy tongue,

To talk, push and smother,

Your Sunshine, 

Your happiness,

Your peace,

That place you will always call home..*

So I will tell you again,

My Angel,

I will tell you with a poem,

That i am sorry,

And that i love you,

For forever and a day.

And if loving you was a number?

Its end, we are yet to find.