Worth it

Its almost not worth it, and I cant empathise that almost.

At the moment, I can be in a crowded room buzzing with life and energy, or an empty cafe with a breeze and a small radio and still think only of you.

Because you bring me so much serenity.

Thats what makes it worth it.

The moments Im with you.

Everything starts seems to fit.

It starts to make sense.

The agony I go through is worth that feeling.

The feeling of belonging.

The intensity of being in your arms.

When Im in your arms, it all ends.

I forget why I once cried, or what its like to cry, because your there, its you.

Everything I dreamed of for years, lying there, in my very own arms.

And it feels like a tear will never drop again.

I used to think myself a fool, when really, Im making the wisest decision of my life, and Im letting myself fall in love.

The pain you put me through, the tears you made race down my skin, the nights I woke up choking and the mornings I woke up crying.

I realise now they werent from being with you. They were from being without you.

And, in a way, as much as I hate myself for finding myself here in this dark tunnel, its not so bad.

Because, in all honestly theres no one else id rather find myself in the dark with.

No one else is worth it.