Your chest

As i lay here on your chest i start to think. Why do i love him so much? What is it that he does that no one else has or can do? For some strange reason these questions remain slightly unanswered. All i know is that you give me the world in an envelope with a white rose attached. Everytime one passes you replace it like a rebirth. Our love so much like a white rose laying, resting, parlaying on your chest. Pure love. Clean and untampered with. The dying process is each argument, disagreement, issue, problem we have thats dying and then a blossom, a replacement a rebirth of our pure love safely placed on your chest. Protected by any means necessary. Sweetly uniting us heart to heart linking our minds soothing our souls and caressing our hearts our everlasting pure white rose death and rebirth safely on your strong warm and loving chest.

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Just don't get it ..

After last night, I figured the way things would be between us would tweak a little bit. I mean, not completely change but just tweak. The way we handle our issues. I did a good job so why can't he? I know there is something on his mind thats bothering him but he won't tell me. He would just push me away. How can we grow if he won't talk to me? I really just don't get it. We are suppose to be the perfect couple that argues and then talk about it. That's how we wanted to be and it happened for some time but not all the time. I wonder if its me. Am I doing something wrong? I just don't get it.