When I'm lost, I look to you to find me.
When my mind wanders, my thoughts drift to you.

When I'm broken, I seek your arms to scoop my pieces up and glue them together.
My ears are attuned to your voice and it acts as the thread that stitches my frail heart together again.

Your hands are the best kind of distraction even when all they do is join the scattered freckles across my cheeks.

Your lips trail pathways across my scarred arms to a milky way filled with stars and moonlight.

Your eyes are deep oceans that I get lost into every time your nose rubs mine.

You're a wonderland but I'm merely a tourist.