Everything I want to write down is too personal for livejournal

[nuaat_bplaameuk]

Everyday he tells me I'm beautiful
He looks at me the way that only people who truly care about you look
He touches my arm just to make sure I'm still there next to him
He brushes my hair out of my face to look at my freckles, which he says he loves
Everyday he asks me if I'm okay, what I'm thinking, if I'll be okay
He lets me hear his voice at least once a day
He wants to take care of me and make me happy
He tells me he misses me and thinks about me almost constantly

But I'm still ready whenever you are
All you have to do is say the word

Everyday I'm terrible
I'm guilty
I'm ashamed
I miss
I cry
I die
I'm reborn
I'm only a half
Everyday, I hate