The weight of my insecurity
Tips the scale beyond capacity
Yet I still bear the burden every day

The sound of my inner voice
Reverberates within my ear, duplicitously,
Yet I nod in subtle agreement anyway

The pulse of my constant fears
Makes my heart envious of its rhythm
Yet my veins ever widen, to my dismay

All while the warmth of my depression
Has become far too safe a shelter in this cold
Yet it seems that the frostbite....

.....is still underway

The air has taken a chill
Not from Autumn, but from you
And my smile is fading quickly
I drink to keep from shuddering
Not from Autumn, but from you
And suddenly, I have erased my memory

Sing me a dream set to music
Light the kerosene lamps and sit next to me
Tell me tales and yarns of your choosing
Especially the ones that are make-believe

Hand me the rest of the wine
Set your feet on the stepstool of my heart
I don't care if you cry or laugh here
Sometimes, I can't tell the two apart

Watch the fireflies blink from the open field
Close the heavy book of your expectations
I'll never fall asleep if you never leave
And we can sketch our own constellations

Tell me that I just mean something
And I will mean it for the rest of my days
Maybe once tonight I can make you smile
So I'll finally learn what it is to be amazed

There is only one person in our short lives, where there absolutely is no depth too deep,
no obstacle too large, no bridge too far, nor sky too grey.

For I will dive where there is no air, I will push until my hands are raw, I will walk until my feet have bled, and I will chase the horizon until I have found the sun

Just to bring you back home.

The last 100 sunrises
The last 100 sunsets
Barely scratch the surface
Of the story we have written

The full road has been twisted
With perilous curves
Jarring speed bumps
And even a collision or two

But these last 100
Are now my favorite chapter
Because we finally collided
The way we were always supposed to