A poem, to my love, I hope she doesn't mind the cliches and over-rhymes. I spewed this out in about 15 minutes, looking for comments and crit before I go back and edit.

It's almost as if the smile on my face
goes unnoticed, because maybe
my heart is too tired to put itself into it
worn thin from the battering, and the stomping
if I wear my heart on my sleeve, then
everyone may as well walk all over me
so I hold on to what I can
and that's you, and it's always been true
you're my buoy in my stormy mind
as thoughts flow like lightning glows
lighting up every bit of my soul
but there's not much of me left to see
I'm sinking, slowly, buried beneath
what little is left of me
or maybe what's right of me
but if I'm right, then the answer has always been
right in front of me
my heart, my faith, my trust
but life isn't fair and faith isn't just
just like you'd like to think;
maybe he doesn't care
maybe it's only lust
you may be right, maybe
but there's no time in life for
what may be
there's hardly enough time
for what one can see
and still, all I can see is you
my guiding light, my beacon out at sea
but if you're the sandbar beneath me
then it's your weeds tangled around my feet
it's your life, your hope for light
and why you hold your breath,
why I haven't left
some may see life as sink or swim
but that's not what I make of it
I take what I can, and I share that little bit
the small piece of me that I haven't lost
I want to share that with you
no matter what the cost
please don't feel like you're dragging me down
dearest, please just try your best
to stay afloat
and I'll be our life-vest
I'll be our little boat
no matter how long it takes
we'll make it to shore
then we can rest our eyes
and rest our minds
in the calm after the storm

Here's my edit version. Fixed some bits to fit my imagery more, as well as added some clarification and took out some over-rhymes.

It's almost as if the smile on my face
goes unnoticed, because maybe
my heart is too tired to put itself into it
worn thin from being battered and beat
if I wear my heart on my sleeve, then
everyone may as well walk all over me
so I hold on to what I can
and that's you, it's always been true
you're the light-house in my stormy mind
casting light on every bit of my soul
where thoughts flow like icebergs
and just when you thought
you've gotten to the bottom of things
you realize you've accomplished nothing
but there's not much left to see
I'm sinking, receding, caught between
what little is left of myself
and my sanity
but what if I'm right, and the answer has always been
right in front of me
my heart, my faith, my trust
but life isn't fair and faith isn't just
just like you'd like to think;
maybe he doesn't care
maybe it's only lust
you may be right, maybe
but there's no time in life for
what may be
there's hardly enough time
for what one can see
and still, all I can see is you
my guiding light, my beacon out at sea
but if you're the sandbar beneath me
then it's your weeds tangled around my feet
it's your life, your hope for light
why you hold your breath,
and it's the reason I haven't left
some may see life as sink or swim
some sort of contest that you had better win
So they take what they can get
And while they may die happy
I haven't even crossed the finish line yet
Why hurry through life
only to waste the best parts of it
on regret?
That's why I keep telling you to
just try your best
to stay afloat
I'll be our life-vest
I'll be our little boat
no matter how long it takes
we'll make it to shore
then we can rest our eyes
and rest our minds
in the calm after the storm