The past is a sign of the future.

I told you a few months ago to love who your heart tells you. I told you

"Love who your heart tells you to, Because your heart is better at loving than your brain, but don't go anywhere without both of them, for they work together to keep your head up in hard times."

I said those words with the hope of you loving me.

With the hope in my heart of glass, with my eyes and lips sewn shut, that you would end up being the one to save me from myself.

Save me from this eternity spent in some blackened limbo with nowhere to go.

Just wet the brush and the thinnest papers of my souls with the color of your scarlet lips and let me fall into your velvet pained heart.

I want to fall into your oblivion and let down my guard that I've so carefully kept up, even still as it is.

Just let me know if I can. And please be honest.

Don't let those beautiful lips whisper a single false word to me because I would let my guard down for a woman like you.

And I want this paper to be waterproof, and for it to never grow thin or worn down, like the rest, because you, my love.

You.

Are.

Perfect.

And if this is wrong, I don't want to be right.

Now it's time to let my burgundy heart rest in your arms for the rest of this dark eternal night. Oh please open the door of your arms to me.

Goodnight.