Here's to the hours
Here’s to the hours spent alone.
Here’s to the hours that you spend contemplating life.
Here’s to the lonely moments.
And here’s to getting through them.
Here’s to holding your head high knowing you don’t need another soul to be compatible with you.
Here’s to loving yourself no matter what.
And here’s to being magnificent.
See these moments makes us into who we are.
Who we are alone defines us.
But now here’s to being together.
Here’s to spending every lunch talking about our fucked up life’s.
Here’s to looking over to you and seeing u already looking at me.
And here’s to confessing.
Here’s to actually telling each other our feelings.
Here’s to getting jealous.
And here’s to fighting over stupid shit.
Here’s to talking until 4 am making up.
Here’s to wanting to be with you ever second we are apart.
And here’s to falling in love.
Here’s to doing the small things that are huge to her.
Here’s to seeing her smile.
Here’s to wanting only what will make her happy.
And here’s to being selfless.
Here’s to wanting to be her everything.
Here’s to holding her hand.
Here’s to writing poems about her just to feel likes she’s with you.
And here’s to knowing it’s not going to work.
Here’s to trying even knowing u are going to fail. But that’s what love is. Trying to escape fait.
Here’s to falling apart. Just for her.
Here’s to actually changing. Just for her.
Here’s to her molding u into a new man.
And here’s to drifting apart.
Here’s to fighting and not making up.
Here’s to trying to fix problems that are like doing open heart surgery with a plastic knife.
Here’s to finally being done.
Here’s to being free.
And here’s to the hours being alone.
(2014)
