Ceru's stuff? (Includes Graphics, Poems, and Covers, oh my)

In a whirlwind of colors and cute words,
We found each other,
As time has gone by,
I realize,
There should be no more butterflies,
But they fly with the music in my heart,
You and I,
It's you and the pretty skies that I want,
The road is long,
A tragedy is overdue,
Don't worry,
I'll watch over you,
Remembering back when,
We started to say goodbye over and over again,
A promise to speak at another time,
A wave,
A kiss,
And finally a relucant dead line,
It still feels fresh and new,
I'll watch over you,
Even with nature seemingly having a contract to terminate,
A simple sting being enough,
I can't just come like I want to,
I'll still watch over you,
The distance is hard,
It's a pest,
But it's worth it because you are the world's best,
When the whirwind comes back around,
I hope that we will hold eachother close,
Together we can still win everyday,
You love me more than anyone I ever knew,
For that,
I'll watch over you.
 
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First poem I have written in a while, but here it goes.

I am a product of my upbringing,
Learning from all that surrounded me,
Soaking up info into a vacuum of knowledge that will only one day fail me,
Taking advice from a woman who used her job and pay as a means to take down a perceived monster of a father,
I didn't realize until much later how many shades of gray were in that last line,
Enough to make Christian blush,

Here I am fully grown,
Overachieving in areas of my body and mind that mean to destroy me,
I have attempted to murder myself more times than I have let myself believe that I might possess a little worth,
Because if I told you what had been done,
You would only see a machine that just needs a few parts replaced,
That I am busted,
That I just need a few upgrades and then maybe I can keep pace,

Self-acceptance,
Forgiveness,
I am supposed to be able to maintain and soldier on,
I only seem to be good at maintaining that I am worthless and soldiering on for those I love,
This does not include me,

I barely even believe I am a person,
Capable of love,
Incapable of loving self,
True self-love and not the facade of arrogance that I find amusing to throw out there,

I don't even know how to fuction when someone says something nice to me,
I freeze and play the shy boy when my mind is reeling from having a such a thought,

What would I even be like if I had a handle on what is positive about me?
I have a little voice that reminds me but I seem to have amnesia,
Seems the bucket I keep them in has holes in the bottom,
The only things shaped to stay are the problems,

The fuckers must stick to the sides,

Even things I am good at,
I forget they exist in an instant,
Just from a slight breeze of negativity,
Or lack of will,

I am my own plague but I cannot cure myself,

Because it seems people might miss me,

I would miss them too.
 
I want to write and sing and be someone,
But all I can is think about you,
My little muse,

I belong with you,
And you belong with me,
For all the marbles,

I want to hold you and them,
We will sing songs and then,
Never care if I went wrong,
You're my one and only,

Don't rush,
I want to take our life slowly,
It's short enough as is,
Like a fly or a life in showbiz,
We know this,

Whether or not I ever do something with my life,
I want you to be my player two,
 
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