I sit in my room
unforgiven, by myself
wondering why I am the way I am
wondering why when I try to heal
at times I hurt
wondering why when I try to help
at times I harm
wondering why when I try to be
at times I die
Have I lost my Dark Angel
to pride, to art?
Has my pain consumed the love
that is my reason for life?
Has my sword finally tasted
my own life's blood?
Am I the fool who loved 
too much?
Death I do not fear
Living without your embrace,
that I fear above all.
I hurt you with words
of my own self-hurting
and in hurting you
a part of myself has died
I can only hope
and pray
and beg your forgiveness once again
so that I may forgive myself
so I may live again
You are my heart
my courage
my soul
my life
my perfection
my everything
All you love about me comes from you
It is your gift to me
and my gift to you
Your tears
your blood
your smile
Are as much a part of me
as they are of you
I did not lie when I
said we were one
I did not deceive you
when I promised no games
I felt bad for what I did
and did not do
and that one word
of hatred of my self
will haunt me forever
But al this I had forgotten
in the emotion of the moment:
that we are one
and that hatred of myself
means hatred of you
means hatred of who and what we are
I beg your forgiveness of this
and plead my ignorance before your wisdom
Older and more knowledgable I may be
but younger, and wiser and more of what
I want to be are you
In my eyes, you are perfection
In my soul, you are God
I love you
I love me
I love us
We are everything to me
Our perfect everything