Plagues

Your past disturbs me so,
It sends my stomach into knots and twists.
I think about it rarely, but when I do,
I feel like puking.

There are so few things that comfort me, in these times,
But they're all found in one place.
My only alleviation comes in the form of your soft, warm lips on mine,
Or your head, resting upon my chest.

I know this plagues you too,
Much more than it does me,
But you've neither lost my respect nor my love.
I just pray you've learned from what you've done.

I hope I've made an impact.
I hope your time of irresponsibility is over
Because I hate to see you crying, baby.
You mean everything to me.

Live for the moment, not for the past and
Take nothing with you, except for the knowledge you've obtained.
You can't change your past now,
But you don't have to fill your future with regret and pain.

I'm not quite sure you understand exactly what you mean to me.
Of course, you say you do, but do you really?
My heart races through compulsions, and I literally, lose my breath.
When I tell you that I love you, there's nothing else I could ever be more sure of.

You say you loved this other kid, or at least you thought you did.
That makes me nervous, to truly know if you sincerely love me too.
I'm so sorry for saying this, but when a guy truly loves a girl, there's always a tiny bit of doubt in his mind, that she may not TRULY love him back.
And it's not our fault.

I have come to realize the saddening fact the I genuinely am one-of-a-kind.
I really am the only person I know who defies so many stereotypes of a society.
I hate to be self-centered, but why do I have the ability to do things with such ease, that most people can't master throughout their entire lifetime.
I try to spread my logic, which really does make sense, but at the end of the day, I end up feeling more alone than ever.

Of course, I'm not alone, and I know the for a fact,
But when I've come so far, further than anyone else,
I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of loneliness.
That is truly the one burden I will NEVER be able to overcome.
And what a shame, I'm alone because of the person I am.

All that I'm saying comes down to the simple fact that the only thing I'm worried about is you.
I want to make you stronger. I want to wash away your pain.
I'm sorry for caring so much. I'm so incredibly sorry, but it's who I am, and I can't change that.
It's who I am, it's who I've been, and it's who I will be until the end of my time. I am me.

None of this matters though because when all is said and done, I love you more than I did when this began. This is all from a stupid boy, with a good heart, too much emotion, and way too much time on his hands. There are even times when I wish I could stop caring so much.
But, I can't say that I'm in love with you enough to accurately describe how in love with you I really am.
We'll overcome this together, or together we'll fall.
I'm head-over-heels in love with you baby, just...please stop your crying now.
Let me just say this one more time: I'm so sorry for caring so much.
I guess that's just my plague.