Babe

Thank you

for adoring me,

as if each non-synchronized

heartbeat

was a loss.

for loving me

unbound,

for holding me,

and teaching me

that being held

is no threat

and being safe

is not a dream

that died in childhood.

You are the reason

that when I sleep

I turn towards warmth,

and when I shake

I can believe that steadiness

still exists.

You taught me

what it is

to be cared for. 

Weirdo

Cause I caught my breath

as you

stepped up next to me.

And I wondered,

if you’d thought about it too.

But your elevator tactics

landed the wrong floor

and this terrible metaphor

has landed us both

a little lost.

“Do you think about…”

“… cause I do…”

“I know…”

“This isn’t…”

“…but I want…”

“… gone.”

Background

You are the signal in the noise,

a clairity peak in confusion,

the static of her infinance,

masked in your simple strength.