“Not every day is beautiful,
But you are.
I can’t wait for some days to end.
But you’re my beginning.
My middle.
My meeting place.
Some moments I just want to be alone.
Even though every moment with you is perfect,
It doesn’t always feel like that though.
Not at that moment.
When plans fall over.
When no one sleeps.
When I’m overwhelmed.
You may deplete me some days.
But you complete me every day.
You’re the bags under my eyes at all hours of the night.
My tears of fatigue.
You’re also,
My heart
My breath.
You’re the ground that brings me to my knees.
The ground you walk on that I adore.
My grounding.
You’re my weakness.
And the strength that I need.
The build-up.
The breakdown.
My vulnerability.
You are the tune I hum.
My scream.
My follow.
My fall.
My finding.
The broth of my bones.
My skin.
My thoughts before and after.
You are mine but not mine to keep.
But you keep all of me.
Even though I ache.
Even though some days are so damn hard..
Even though I doubt I’m doing this right.
Not every moment is beautiful.
But you are.
You are the promise of love in a tired storm.
Even though I may wish some moments away.
You’re the hands of the clock I will to stand still.
And I am at the hands of you.”
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