Switch.
He's the on and off switch,
Turning off my anxiety and
off the deep and dark eating disorder that was once ripping at my brain,
I am no longer insane.

He's the reason for my lips corners
Reaching for my ears,
Reaching and reaching until I hide behind what is near
He turns off all of my fears.

He is the reason for that feeling of cold
The good kind.
So cold that turning up the radio,
lead me to missing his hand in mine
He stops time
With his lips against mine.

When he rolls over in his sleep
What a wonderful creation,
That loosing him would only be my imagination
He brings me so much fascination.

I listen
I listen to him and tell me everything is going to be ok,
Listening and listening
even he had struggles throughout his day.
In the end the struggles did not matter;

We were together
Those negatives that were once so heavy
Are now as light as a feather;

The feather to the bird
That flies across the room to turn on the light switch.
Turning on,
the good feeling
My insides are screaming.

Your fingers crept
to the edge of my jaw
Softly around my neck.
Your thumb caressing my cheek
It happened in a blink

It still felt so right
To kiss me once
And feel all release from my lungs.
Young
Which means we have time to grow

So much time that,
the light switch is still going off and on.
Yet, the light
will never burn out
We will never burn out.
I love you