Your smile is one thing that hurts me to see. I feel the ache every single time but I smile because I know sometimes that it's for me. When I'm around it's for me. I call you closer and closer and you come but sometimes it's a battle and I love every fight. I love every name drop. I love every cuss word. I love every word that we yell. It's a piece of artwork. It's the messy part and I love every moment of it.


So then your smile becomes a cure. I become fragile. You become powerless. But we live. I look at this ring and I know we live. Maybe it's real this time. I feel the reality brush against my skin every time you touch me. Every time you grab my face to kiss you.


Let it rush by. Let the pin drop. I'll still be around.