I want to provide her with everything.
I want to be by her side when she faces her fears.
I want to give her the strength to do so.

Her words,
They mean everything.
I hang on to each word as if its oxygen.
Each breath I take is because of her.

I could fall,
and **** could I fall hard.

Bruises,
Broken ribs,
Cuts and scrapes.
None of it will matter.

She will pick me up,
and when she does I will be alright.

Her arms? Safety-net.
Her eyes? Reassurance.
Her smile? Happiness
Her? Home

She's more than okay and good enough.
She is everything beyond that.

I want her to be my home,
My security,
My okay,
My laugh.

I want her.
I want her to be mine.