I think about how I was grasping at straws when you found me,
Desperate to be wanted and loved
I think about how you grounded me
How you’re solid and real
How I don’t wish for you to be anyone but yourself
I don’t dream of idealistic when it comes to you
You bring everything to the table
In your honesty and truth
I think about how you’re good
Truly good
How sometimes looking at you
Being around you
Is like staring at the sun too long
Or being too close to a bonfire
And it’s all too wondrous to fully comprehend
There isn’t a sense of unworthiness
Or insecurities
You’re golden and free
A garden blooming in plenty
And I am there beside you
You make others feel strong
Happy, adored, important
There is no fear, no rejection
You are full; close to overflowing in everything you are
A constant energy
Lavender and sunshine
You’re every small summer miracle
Pollen coated windows that cast patterns upon the floor
Sun shining through lace curtains
Rain falling in the glow of a street light
You’re waves crashing
And crickets chirping
And the haze of dusk
You’re magic, in all its practicalities
You found me when I was lost
And you brought me back
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
I think about how I was grasping at straws when you found me,
Desperate to be wanted and loved
I think about how you grounded me
How you’re solid and real
How I don’t wish for you to be anyone but yourself
I don’t dream of idealistic when it comes to you
You bring everything to the table
In your honesty and truth
I think about how you’re good
Truly good
How sometimes looking at you
Being around you
Is like staring at the sun too long
Or being too close to a bonfire
And it’s all too wondrous to fully comprehend
There isn’t a sense of unworthiness
Or insecurities
You’re golden and free
A garden blooming in plenty
And I am there beside you
You make others feel strong
Happy, adored, important
There is no fear, no rejection
You are full; close to overflowing in everything you are
A constant energy
Lavender and sunshine
You’re every small summer miracle
Pollen coated windows that cast patterns upon the floor
Sun shining through lace curtains
Rain falling in the glow of a street light
You’re waves crashing
And crickets chirping
And the haze of dusk
You’re magic, in all its practicalities
You found me when I was lost
And you brought me back
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