this probably doesn't even make sense.

An edge of color conquers dark,

we're not in love; but there's a spark.

All that matters is that you're there;

on the other side of the phone.

So, I won't be scared

that creatures are lurking & ready to kills,

but my tears and blood aren't ready to spill.

I'm going backwards, thinking forwards.

I'm growing saner for those four words:

"I love you too".

I'll be your friend.

The days are starting,

this isn't the end.

But the beginning has a different sense,

and this feeling has grown immense.

I may sit alone for now,

but I won't ever take my bow.

I'm growing weaker before I'm stronger,

But I will make it.

I'll stay for longer,

I promise you these words are true;

I'm still breathing, and I miss you too.