I've had life broke me piece by piece, I've had life watched me bleed and cry, I've had life pricked and casts me to my knees, fading away like ashes traveling with the wind. How do you come to love this Lazarus of a person, how do you appear, liking the darkness within.
You're my soul comforter, your eyes have became my pathway to survival, your therapeutic voice gives rhythm to my chaos, your existence is beauty, giving testaments of its wonders. My room with you, is life in its entirety, even on days when it so difficult to love myself, you've loved me, you've make living life worth it.
Mending and putting this patches together, you made me whole again, when I tell you, "you're my sanity", I'm not joking, when I say to you, "you're my life line", it is not poetry. Healer of my wounds, I don't doubt the words that I say to you, your embrace is home, you're my whole.
You're home!
