There are three words I say whenever we speak and I feel like these words should even go unsaid. But I'm scared. I'm scared if these words fail to come then you'll fail to hear. You'll fail to hear the beauty of the birds and the song in my voice. You'll fail to see the hope of tomorrow and instead dwell on the misery you feel today. This misery follow you and ruins your happiest times. It runs behind you like your personal thief of joy; it's a baby and your its favorite toy that squeaks and moves but as a toy you just don't see the love you bring and how a smile creeps to my face simply at the thought of you. Instead you think you're unloved. Your skin feels this pain, your heart aches this pain and my soul longs to take this pain. To bite the bullet or be the shoulder you cry on, and if at the end of the day my shirt was covered in your tears at least I could believe I'd done something to stop your fears of living and comfort thoughts of dying and given you a place where you felt safe to just keep crying and crying. The worst is when you try and hold it in. You think showing your pain is as bad as any sin. You think the truth about how you're feeling will scare me and by holding it in you're just trying to spare me. When you finally let go I feel so down, how could I not know that smile was just an upside down frown that I could've changed before it got so fixed to staying flipped around and now it's too late so I sit there and stare wishing you could know how much I really do care. I guess what I'm saying is if it keeps your songbirds singing, if it keeps your hope rising, if it keeps your insides trying and lets you know it's okay to break down crying I'll say these words as many times as it takes during tornadoes, blizzards or earthquakes that shake the ground but not my heart, I'll say I love you. I always will and really do love you.