I promise to love you:
at 6 am when you’re waking
at 8 am when we say goodbye
at 3 pm when you’re exhausted
at 10 pm when you’re heading to bed,
at 3 am when loneliness and sadness
I will love you when you grow old,
"Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep."
I’ve been told
but if I wake
"What doesn’t kill you
ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive."