The Real You

  I love you; but it’s not enough. I want to love all of you, the beautiful you, the imperfect you.   I want to know you, all of you. I want to help you heal yourself. I want to become your first and last.   Take it off, your guise. Let me see the…


  Tears fall, like leaves in autumn.   Wanting to give up, not being able to bear it anymore.   Loneliness, consumes me, slowly.   The reasons worth fighting for, starts to disappear.   The light starts to fade; nothing left around me but darkness.   Will this ever end; this feeling of never ending emptiness?