You'll always be a piece of my peace of mind.
You'll always be the sunrise when the clouds threaten to pull me taut from behind.
If home is wherever I'm with you then consider me a permanent transplant, a vigilante on the run from the horrors of both our pasts, looking for an ode to our youth.
Yes, if loving you was an ocean I'd drown so you could stay afloat, wishing I'd be the wave that sunk your every adversary's imaginary boat.
For I'd always thought I was a sickness looking for a cure, yet you've moved mountains to preserve what's left of me that's pure.
Baptized by bad times, swigging a bottle of regrets, you swam me to the surface with no fear for the horrors that our love may beget.
Because we're a million times better together than we ever were apart, loving you is an honor and privilege, so thank you for letting me into your heart.