I want you to know that
Even though
Things didn't work out
Between the two of us,
I am okay
I always have been
And I always I will be
Because I do not need you to complete me.

You never loved me,
You even stopped laughing at my jokes.
I love you still, isn't that funny?

How is it that a stranger can hold me closer than someone I've known for a lifetime
(Or so it seems)
I’d like to know what it means
When I'm in that moment

When my skin is on his skin…

And I feel this safety surrounding me
I do not know him
I could not tell you the parts of him that make him whole

I could not tell you his favorite things that fill him up entirely
But I can tell you that in those moments of ecstasy together

I felt whole
And I felt safe
And I felt warm
So for his arms that held me,
Thank you 

And for his body that loved mine,
Thank you

I used to be content with my piece of the sun
Admittedly I have gotten selfish
I have gotten cold and my heart has started paling
And I would like you to know that
I would gladly move mountains to adore you
Because you have always felt worth the climb
Well maybe I have been worn weak
But I let you pick me up and show me the light
And I hope that this will keep me warm
Temporarily, it is always temporary
And although my hungry eyes have always craved more than dark nights
I ache for moments when we're on the road - taillights flickering in tune with the radio
Because that is when I think of verses that go something like...
"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night"
And I know that I have never feared this
In fact I have always found solace in leaving my heart in your passenger seat
So here I am, laid back, are we there yet?

I've never liked the uncertainty of the spring
But these days keep taking me back
So accordingly - like a plan
Reminding me of the this's & the that's
(The used to be's)

I've had a list for years
Of the things I'd like to see, the people that would pick up all the broken pieces of me
And I find myself searching for you
Between the trees that keep telling me to blossom
Just blossom
They say it so loudly, over the sounds of me shouting
Don't rush me, please don't rush me

I keep thinking
If only there was a way I could tell them
That I've asked for so many things
The this's and the that's
All the fixings of my life

And then - so accordingly, like a plan  
I am reminded that it is not the uncertainty of the spring
It is the glass half empty in me

And somewhere in between my weathered walls and the sinking ships
I've started to blossom
With beauty and grace

And the trees are telling me, don't rush - please don't rush.