you make me question everything,
i thought i had it all figured out inside my little red head,
and i absolutely adore it
what takes me by surprise
is how much concern you show towards my tiny existence,
and the world has its own agenda
you hold gently onto my hand
and show me i have worth when my eyes get foggy
and i can barely hold myself up
your laughter is my medicine
sweet and sticky like cough syrup from childhood illness
but a remedy for my twisted thoughts
and when i see your face
cast down, in thought, in sadness, or just in exhaustion
i'd sell my soul to take it away
so don't let the words escape your lips:
how me simply speaking to you is more than you deserve
because you deserve, in abundance, more than the galaxy can provide