Writing Pages

I'm sitting here writing pages,
They rest under my sheets,
Scribbling and printing every moment of every day,
Every word we said, I'm writing here.
How your pain pains me,
How you turn my days bright and warm,
All the little fragments, I know I'll forget.
All these little moments, I know I want to remember,
Sitting across you, I can see you weep,
This, I want to remember,
I apologise if I'm absent minded,
Right now, I'm assuring a memory,
I will sing to you, these pages,
This pain, will bring us closer,
I will read you all your words,
And wipe your tears of regret,
Of all the hate and the wait.
I am writing this, here right now,
To remind you of all the sorrow,
The dark nights, starless, gloomy.
Sitting across you,
I can feel you tumble,
I am writing here, right now,
Confessing to you, what I cannot,
Here with you, I cannot speak.
I cannot tell you, how I've jumped over,
Ducked under this table,
Travelled over and held you tight,
I've wiped your tears and set you right,
Look at me, I'm facing away,
Right now, I'm sitting across my weakness,
Somewhere when I read this to you,
I hope you forgive me,
For my absent mindedness.
I hope you remember I only did this,
Wishing on your falling tears,
More sacred than the shooting stars,
Wishing for your pain that pains me so much,
To remember this memory,
And read it to you.
Someday I will show you the best in you,
Someday when we confess,
Coming together with your pain,
I will hold your hand,
Uncover your eyes,
Of all the hurt and the blame,
All the scars you've been named for,
Let us travel the world,
Bring the pieces of your broken heart,
If you give me your hand,
I will mend you and give you love.
If you give me your love,
I will make promises, and keep you safe.
Give me your fears,
And together, we will be scared.
Give me your dreams,
And together, we will wish.
Give me everything.
I promise, I'll give you more.