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 in 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 break down
My vulnerable.
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.