i gotta stop posting my depressing poems

If I could do it all again I'd tell you how breath and fresh air hit me wherever we went. Not because of places we visited but because I was finally out of my head. If I could do it all again I'd tell you how the simple kindness you displayed to random strangers consumed in their own day made you so much more beautiful then stupid makeup clothing or socially engineered standards ever conveyed. But what a sight you were. Oh how it felt to lay on your chest and feel the rhythm of your breath. Look in your eyes and analyze the way your people's dilated when you looked at my. And run my fingers over the scars that made you so human get a glimpse of how the pain you buy is the root of why you're so kind. If I could do it all again even knowing the end I'd still choose to love you every single time because you showed me what it meant to be truly and fully listening and I close my mouth and finally use my ears to understand something beyond stupid questions like how was your day. But I still think if I could do it again I would somehow try to convince you stay. Other world isn't always a good place but it's beautiful when I'm looking at your face. But maybe that makes you selfish in a way. I know the only way is you left was to escape your own pain and I'm sure that was sacrificed you way.