give your problems to me, i just wish you to feel at peace.
i'm your empty glass but i won't fill up;
i can carry your dread and spit hope and dreams;
my back is strong under the strain of silver linings holding us together.
i'll clear your clouded view and you'll see
that the way you lay here with me fits perfectly.

(because when the worries and troubles and anxieties and stress and scars and streaks
dissipate,
you're just you and i'm just me)
i don't want the anxious, grimaced girl with attachments,
looking three months ahead when we might not be here;
i want the smile that creeps up and cascades through you, unnoticed
until you're beaming so fully that i can't tell the hours have passed
(while day slips into night
and we lose track of the hours into morning).
because that smile tells me there's no place on earth you'd need more badly to be
and i guess in reality,
that's all i really want to believe.