I saw your garden and visited your gravestone

I was wondering if you would ever be interested.
Found out you are even more than that.
You know the day I met you, that was just another chapter in my book.
But you didn't ever own the main role.

My book told of a girl that lived alone.
A girl that fought for what she believed in.
A girl that just met you one day, and fell another.
This is where you came in.

The girl was on a mission to protect the ones she loved.
And you had to come in and save the day.
You picked her up, and threw her down.
Time and time again.

She tried to earn your trust.
She did her best to behave.
But you continued to break her heart.
Continued to crush her soul.

Then one day when all the world was still.
You left her here alone.
She still sits on that hill every day at dusk,
Just waiting to see if you come back.

Well one day you did.
She didn't smile at first, and promised to be cold.
You sat next to her and talked to her for a while.
She didn't share too much and made sure to keep her distance.

And even though she tried to not love you,
She had too.
You sat there talking the way you used to.
And you smiled that smile that she had only dreamed about for so long.

Once again she's fallen.
And you didn't say anything to make her.
She just was rushed with memories
Of Arizona tea and church parking lots.

She remembered dresses and suits,
Long nights and sneaking out.
She remembered crying in front of you,
And how your first reaction was to stop the car and kiss her.

The days have been too cold.
The nights have been to calm.
The weekends have been slept through,
And the songs hold too many memories to erase.

She quietly let you know that she knew she still loved you,
Scooted closer as you did too.
Soon holding hands,
Then foreheads against one another's.

That night that you came back,
She knew what would happen.
She did her best to prevent it
But even the will of the strongest person couldn't stop this kind of love.

Now all she does is hope that this time
Things will turn out OK.
She hopes she can trust you with everything,
Even her heart.

Please, don't rip her apart.

Battle fields with no weapons

There are times when I wish I was someone else.
Someone that knew what they were doing.
Someone that knew how to hit the curve balls,
Or even throw the pitches.
Someone that has a plan that can't be foiled.
Or someone that can dance in the rain with out their soul being drenched and cold.

I'm stuck.
Stuck on this idea that me and you could be perfect for each other,
And that things won't turn out like they did last time.
But I know that things just don't work that way.

Life isn't perfect and neither are you.
So can't you just admit that?
Because I already know.

You are my sunshine, but sometimes you're my clouds.
You're bipolar in every which way,
And there are times when I believe that you are only pretending that you have everything figured out.

Please, all I ask is you tell me the truth.
I really don't want to hurt you,
But the selfish side of me doesn't want me to get hurt by you even more.
Been there. Done that.

So open up your heart and look inside.
Am I in there or is it just veins?
Am I the one that pushes on your heart to make it beat,
Or are you simply doing it yourself?
Or worse, is there some one else in there?

Please, don't leave me in the dark.
You are my sunshine,
And with out a window I can't tell if you are hiding behind your storm clouds,
Or if you are speaking what is really on your mind.

I love you I do.
But I can't if you don't feel that way too.
I'm worth more than someone who sits on fences.
I am more than worthy of some one who jumps them.