She came when no one else dared to,
She saw the human that was in my head,
She conquered the anguish with a simple act of kindness,
I want to lay on your couch and cry to you about the love I’ve lost,
I want to lay in your bed and tell you my secrets I’ve never said,
I swear the pit of my stomach held butterflies with lanterns on their wings,
My head is still mischievous to cheat me from what actually feels natural,
No worries, no thoughts, just a vacant expression and the the lanterns swimming in the fluid of my mind,
I use words daily to request needs unmet,
Or sometimes to make friends who I keep at a distance,
But if I felt a push it would pull me back,
She is the planet and I am the moon forever watching in the night,
Sending notes like waves that crash every time our lips collide,
I longingly ache, not for an idea, but the actual person I see, hear, smell, touch, taste before me,
I have never been in such a tumultuous time with my anxiety,
And there as never been one like her that can set it off and on like a light switch I am,
I want to be her lantern.
I want to be her butterfly.
I want to grow and learn from her how a person should carry themselves,
I’m metamorphosing my beliefs of trust and understanding,
And she is the catalyst that spurns the desire for more,
More for myself,
More of what we share,
More of the same,
And less of the insane.