Say yes.

The problem with me is that I feel things too deeply. If you are upset with me I would keep up all night sending you all those messages you won't ever respond to. I'm going to flood my pillow with mascara that would, for some reason flow out through my eyes.
I'm not the kind who would get over you. I would be there for you in the darkest nights when even your soul trembles holding your hands. I'm going to walk through the shadiest places and you're never going to feel alone with me. I'll know when to get you cookie crumb Ice cream tub and when a cheese burst. I'll know how you can be screaming and I need to hug you real damn tight, just squeeze the shit out of you. I know I fuck it all up quite a few times and that I might be the most unworthy person this world can know. And I would often crawl inside of the closet and stay there till it is too wet to be seated there. But know that it has nothing to do with you. It's about me. I'll sink in my gloom too often to be helped.
You'll see crimson soaked pillow cases and tee-shirts post nights of sorrow. My fear of loss would be the most hard to bear with.
There'll be emptiness that words cannot explain, hollow spaces inside of these bones, fury flowing through the veins. My demons are always hyperactive and they're going to fuck with the halo on my head leaving me with nothing at all.    I'll keep your love alive each single second of my life, I'm going to carry your light and spread it to kill darkness in the loneliest of places. But know that you keep these demons at bay. So just keep in mind each time I cripple between the blankets, no I'm not too far, I'm right there and you need to only come and drag me out of the pitch black into broad daylight.
There will always be a little misery you'll have to adjust with, but know that my nights aren't eternal. They'll give up to the sunshine of your soul soon. But till then, can you hold me and walk past the moonlit emptiness that covers my world? Can you grab my palm and tell me that you're never going to be afar and that there's always going to be a better tomorrow? Can you know that the twinkling stars inside of you will always guide us out of here? Can you bear with all my gorgeous mess? Can you find music in the pain I carry with me? Can you see how I stargaze into the infinite galaxies in your chest?
Tell me you can. Say yes.