Sing Me to Sleep

I’d rather be miserable loving you than happy with anyone else.

I know your soul. It’s there in every note”. He brushes my lips with his. “You can’t fake that. You can’t hide it

Your heart .That’s all I want. That’s the best thing you can give me” You stole that that before we even met” I don’t want to be a thief. I want you to give it” His arms tighten around me, and his mouth presses on mine again. It’s yours Beth”. His words flow into my soul and twist me into knots. You know it’s yours

You’re the only one I kiss goodnight.

I needed a whole heart once in my life. Is that so wrong?

I’m here Bethie. Loving you. Wanting you. I’m not going to run into a hole and lick my wounds. I’m going to bleed in front of you.

He looks like an angel, sings like an angel. He found my breaking heart a coaxed it into a new rhythm. A rhythm so sweet, so captivating, so enticing, I can’t get enough.

The way you kiss, the way you sing. The way you tell me everything. Will you take my heart? i´m offering it to you...

And now—our love is so true, I won’t take a step without you. Thank God, you came. If you love me, please don’t ever let me go.

He looks like an angel, sings like an angel. He found my breaking heart and coaxed it into a new rhythm.

I dare you to say I’m not ugly.

I don't mind being second Beathie. As long as I'm last.

„Three more inches and you’d really be sexy.“ Three more inches? I’d be a skyscraper.

I’m not sure I even know what love is, but I’ve got my hands full of something beautiful.

Is that what you think of me? That I care about some stupid fantasy more than I care about you? The dream can change, Bethie. As long as you're in it--- that's all that matters.

I see his longing and frustration. “It hurts too much.” His face contorts. “Everything we won’t have.

Don’t I deserve something? Somebody to be my best friend. To know me inside and out and still like me. Everybody else has someone who loves them. All I’m asking for is this nice boy to keep being my friend.

I like your heart, Beth. When I found you on this bench, you opened it and swallowed me.

It isn’t true what they say about mothers. We don’t hate our sons’ girlfriends. The sleazy ones—maybe. But we’re mostly delighted and a little startled when a wonderful girl loves our son. And relieved the son is smart enough to love her back. I’m grateful, Beth.

I wish you’d let me rescue you again.

It doesn’t matter.” His arms tighten around me—brick hard. “Right now it’s you and me. Today. Tomorrow. And the day after that and the day after that. It’s always been you and me. It’s just taken us a while to grow into this part of it.

I needed a place where I wasn't sick. Where I could just be the boy who loves you.