I sincerely hope
That you understand that I
Love you.
I love you in a constant way, not a sometimes
Maybe it's romantic even if you won't let it be
But I love you.

And sometimes when you hurt you accept
That love
Like a salve on your open wounds
Slashes from people who say
Those same 3 words I do
But who are not constant.

Those people have good days
Bad days
Treating you accordingly
I have awful days
And worse days
And I love you with all of my soul.

I'd drop everything
I have dropped everything
To hold you to me
The half naked warmth and confusion
Of your panic attack
Preceded by kisses on your bed.
I was *******
As you were and you cried into me
And I stared at the paint splatter of freckles
On your strong, broad shoulder
And I said it was okay
And it was.

You tell me the anxiety comes in the mornings
How can I not want to be there?
If you have to wake up in panic
I want there to be a
Warmsympathetic form
In that bed with you to drink in your sorrow and
Kiss into you the joy of the world
Even if
That isn't
Me.