fall asleep in your branches, you're the only thing I ever want anymore.

We watch movies and tv together so that your imagination can elope with my ego. In quiet rooms of louder towns, we make a fortress against having to do anything, because we've chosen to do something. I tell you when you're asleep that it was the hope in your stories that brought me here in the first place. It was the way you had to believe in potential, and how more than anything, I wanted you to believe in me that way. I had nothing but a history of getting it wrong, beautifully wrong, bittersweet wrong, and no reason to think that this would be any different. I would be the problem, I would let you down. It's mirrored in the things we see and the places we talk about. You want to believe in the bittersweet of an epic romance and in love that people write stories about; I want to believe that I'm worthy of it. We write our own story, and I've been trying to ghost it from the beginning and getting it wrong. This isn't a short term loan, don't you know? And I didn't know, I only know how to collect things together until the scrapbook tells its own kind of story. I only know how to find the beauty in the art of broken things. You teach me how to mend the breaks, showing me on yourself where the sore spots are and how to take out the poison. You show me how to walk tall again, and how to smile with everything.

I believe some people are put into our lives for a reason. That they are meant to find us for a purpose. Sometimes it’s just to make you smile as they pass you your coffee at a restaurant, other times it’s because they’re there to help you, fix you. We don’t even realize it sometimes, the impact one person can have on you until it’s made. But when you do find these people or they find you, never ever let them go. And soon, you’ll wonder how they ever were a stranger to you.

Your arms sneak their way around the lines of my spine, and hold me to you like I’m the cure to an illness, like I’m the moon and you’re the tide and the rest of the world gets by on our rhythms and rhymes.