I just want you to sit in my lap, I want to hold you and rock you back and forth, whispering lovely things in your ear and taking the blade out of your hand. I want to kiss your wrists, your hair and your temple and tell you that you’re story isn’t over yet and you are an unfinished book; a work in progress and that I love you and don't want you to hate yourself anymore. I'd do anything to have you on my lap right now in my arms just to tell you how much I adore everything about you and not to listen to what people say about you and how handsome you are and how worth it you are. I hope you know that I am always here for you an I would treat you right. You going understand how much you're worth and how much you mean to me, and I wish you could see it, but even if you don't i still want you to know that I need you and think you deserve better than any of this world and people. It hurts to think that blade is still in your hand and I have no control and no ability to show you how much you mean to me and how insignificant that piece of metal is. You are worth so much more than the things people say about you and your heart is so giant. You are never as broken as you think and even if you were the most broken person on the planet I would still love you for every mountain and through all the oceans and down in the valleys and across the map. The amount of love I have for you is the size of galaxies and I spell it out through the constellations. You mean everything to me and if I could leave you with one thing it would be that you are my one and only and whenever you need me I'm here for you. You won't need me though and I've come to terms with that but I really just hope you find yourself and understand that you are more than the lines that mark your skin, and baby, they mark mine too...because of you.