You are not the sun in my day
Nor the moon in my night

You are not what makes the birds sing

You are a new house that I impatiently moved into with air mattress on the floor and the blanket and pillows my mum gave me that smells like comfort.

You are a house that I call home that is chaotic and needs patience and effort.

You a beautiful, messy, drama filled home.

You are freedom that was earned
And love that was built
In a cold empty world

You are real.

You are human,  
That makes just as much mistakes as I do

You are an absolute reflection of me at my best and my worst.

All my toxic tendencies and the amazing *** that comes with it

You are a wolf in sheep’s clothing

Hidden in love and shame and guilt

Afraid to be the wolf that society rejects but glamorizes

Because you want to be “good”.

…But you’re not.

You’re human.

Molded in the worst way by the very thing that keeps you locked up in your head.

now and then you would choose your happiness over my needs and there is not a **** thing wrong with that.

You have your times of stress and loneliness

I fell off and into myself whiles you woke up from the codependent fairytale first.

…I get you.

Self preservation is a *****.

Now I need to love myself more because our relationship is moving beyond this wretched codependency that we’ve been so accustomed to

And you went on ahead of me.

That’s okay, I see you.

I told you.
I understand you.
And I love you.
Completely.

Because even tho you are not my sun nor my moon,
you are still my house I call home.

You are still my insanity that I call peace.

You are what sends me to hell and what lifts me to heaven.

You are my reflection that I need to conquer.

You are a battle that I need to fight for the life that I want.

You are my heart that has assimilated into the reality of love and it’s spectrum

Both purifying and intoxicating

You will be the death of me
And still you will bring the life back to my eyes

You…are a ******* journey.

…Oh what is to be loved.