therapy is weird.
you can’t just go once and feel better.
you go,
and then you go again,
and again.
when you leave
you feel out of touch with reality
trying so hard
not to overthink
the things that brought you
to therapy
in the first place
feeling needy and displaced
wondering
when will it all feel
“normal”
again?

the way you look at me
sparks a fire inside of me
just from your eyes
i feel wanted
there aren’t words
to describe
how much i love you
the love i feel for you
is exceptional and
big and
warm and
inviting and
i understand why people write about
love
now
i get it
because if you

last night
you tried to get under my skin again
pushing,
pulling,
poking,
prodding at me
but
last night
i did not let you through
instead
i acknowledged your existence
and did my best to carry on

i wonder what it’s like to be tall
to stand tall
to see the world from above
if i was tall
i wouldn’t want anyone to feel small

you always thank me

for being nice to you

but the earth does not thank the sun

for illuminating the sky

one of the best gifts i have ever received
is the cd you made for me
simple and full of love
complete with your emotions
decorated with the gentle touch
that shines from your soul
i say "one of the best" because
truly, the best gift
is loving you

your arms
were wrapped around me
like the sun envelopes the day
with warmth and light
when i told you how happy i was
you replied,
"you deserve all of the happiness"
do you know
that i am the happiest
when i am enveloped in the warmth and light
that is your love