Every day is like a mini-epic. We fight. We fuck. We die a bit more.

tell me you don't have any scars.
liar.
look at your mouth, the corners hide lines.
those times you couldn't stop laughing.
those times you took for granted.
look up by your eyes.
you say the lines age you, i say they define you.
carry them like badges, from all the wars endured.
you conceal them like secrets, like it reduces your value.
but you are epic, at least to me.
though that last part never mattered to anyone ever.

you sat there the other night, and said you've died no less than twice.
and that you were feeling like you could do it again.
and i couldn't stand that i couldn't bring you back.
i run the school of hard knocks, i know what it's like.
but you, you make me smile.
and i am failing if i can't return the favor.
never thought i would find someone so wrong that they're right.
want to be right. want to prove them wrong.
want what i keep telling myself i don't deserve.
want you and the world can go off its axis.
i am hanging out in outer space tonight.
want you here to share the view.