I once read that other people are not medicine,
And that you shouldn't make your foundation of happiness a person,
but I can't help it,
Your words make me feel safe
And wrapped in your arms
Is my happy place.
You are fighting your own battles,
and sometimes you don't want me by your side,
and sometimes you annoy me,
and sometimes you call me selfish,
and sometimes you're right.
I didn't tell you to text me at 2AM that summer night and say "go to sleep cutie, it'll be okay",
and I didn't ask you to tell me your secrets that you now regret telling.
I didn't ask for your help,
I didn't ask you to waltz into my broken life and tell me about your broken life.
I didn't ask you to make me care more about you than I do myself,
and I didn't ask you to try and fix me.
But your words make me feel safe,
And wrapped in your arms
Is my happy place.
But I did not ask you to be my medicine.
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