And if you're still awake at 3am, not sure of who you are anymore,
Darling, I will read every poem that I had written since the day that I met you
To remind you that my chest will always be your home,
My thoughts; your bed
And my heart is a graveyard to all your ghosts
If you get lost,
Run, run as far as you can
Until you find yourself
And remember that my arms are always open for your return.