I can hear the angels singing

And I think they're calling your name

Do you know how rare it is

For God and I to see the same?

But listen beautiful

I wrote you into a song

So you could learn to love yourself

But when you can't, when things are wrong

I'm going to love you, even without your help

You can hate yourself and starve yourself and hurt yourself and want to kill yourself

And I'm going to love you

Until the world falls down

No matter if you learn to hate me

I'm not going to let you drown

You are beautiful and wonderful and starlight filled and angel blessed

Your lips are roses and your hair is the night sky

I've always found you so tragically enticing

authors note: god it's been years and I can still picture the way your lips moved when you said my name