Precious

I love him like a wound,
Like a pain in my head
That makes me see stars,
That makes me hope for better days.

I love him like a disease
That I don't want my body to throw away,
Like spots on my face which mark me.

I love him like I love the dark
And yet fear it at the same time,
For it swallows me whole each night.

I love him like a nightmare and a daydream,
Those I can't wake up from and confuse me,
Scare me, scar me, become my tragedy -

Because he is my addiction
Who comes in a bottle with a cigarette in hand,
Who wakes up like time is of no matter,

Who doesn't realize that my each stolen second with him is

Precious.

Happy Birthday - to that someone.

We have our differences -
You won't speak,
I'll be rude,
Too straightforward,
And you anger too soon.
Many little problems,
Little things left unsaid.
Acting like a mother out of care,
Acting like a teenager in despair,
It's both of us and we leave it unsaid.
Maybe we aren't what we used to be,
Maybe not so much close as once was,
Maybe we went away and in between
Even became strangers for a while.
But we're still here,
Still in each other's life,
A pain-in-the-ass,
Yet hopefully a lovable one -
Come whatever may,
If you need a last resort,
It's there.
I'm here, I got your back,
Just as I know you have mine.

Love you.

Happy birthday :)