Releasing an urge of drying the purge, I contain the urge but it floods and fills a surge. The magical three words just blurt, or so they try. The magical three words aren't so magical. They're more painful three words; a three word meaningful meaning gives a feeling full feeling. The three words take my heart and rip it out; they take it with pain surging with no doubt. Just appearing inside of my mind, a love to yours a never truly kind. Truly one of a kind a love for you, it is true to find. Leftover and appeals, leftover and surreal. I do not wish to contain of this, I do not dream to sleep of your kiss. Casual conversation within, I cannot contain to control the containment of my out of control love. It blurts, it yells, it whispers, and it screams. Screams for you; screams because of you. Those three magical words are three tragical bullets piercing through the thick flesh of walls; my heart. Three magical words that are supposed to cure your self, cure your love. To cure you, and to cure the above. For me? Those three magical words cure nothing but my happiness. Curing my happiness, taking it away, and leaving it within the dead of decay. I yearn to tell you of my feelings, to tell you how you raise my ceilings. Terrified of the response, of your reaction; terrified to tell for falling inside of your Hell. Not knowing of the feelings of you towards I; not showing the glowing perceptive demon to cry. I wish you would blurt those three magical words, telling me how you could thrive. Though, that is just a dream for I will never sleep to be alive. I sleep within you to keep you. To show a love steep, I remain within the deep dark abyss of raddled crying for this. Darling, those three magical words are ones I wish to speak to you. My heart speaks to you in vibrations, ones that you have to open up and feel to hear. My heart sends signals to you, ones that have to be observed to see. My heart silently speaks to you, screams to you, in hopes of catching your attention and craving your affection. Speaking to you I retain from screaming to you. The three magical words at the tip of my tongue, slipping and crawling upon my lips. I have to rejoice and re-kiss the darkly and deep abyss; my heart. They are three magical words for upon I can wish, but a wish never to come true. The ache of missing you is slowly tearing me apart. So far apart my heart cannot restart to finish at the start. My heart stops for split seconds to speak to you. The vibrations my heart speaks to you, they are the heartbeats that my heart beats just to try and win you over. Win you as my prize, my oh so amazing beautiful prize. My heart shrinks in size with every beat in vibration it sends to you. My heart stops for time, just to call for you. To admire and adore you, to ashore you with light and caring surges. I assure you that I could never lie to be true. You are my red bleeding from the blue. Fighting to keep away from the blurting, to miss you it’s such a deadly hurting. Worth it, I believe, worth it I breathe. Breathe for you, my breath sends for you. The last breathing air of my lungs I will use to sing you a lullaby to sleep, to be sung. I love you. Those three magical words are blurted throughout my writings, throughout my sightings, and throughout the veins that flow within. They are as much as a beating heart for you, for such. Painful and deadly, rain full and deathly. The feelings are too real to speak of, but the vibrations of my heart reek of. To stop in time and speak to you, these magical words I give to be true. Three magical words, for time to stop within speaking of you. Three magical words, I believe are for you.