I don't know how to say just how I feel
She does that to me
Takes the words out of my mouth
Makes me feel complete again
They dashed me against the rocks
She saw the good and picked up the pieces
Put them back together
The pieces that were lost she replaced
She tells me she loves me
She'll wait for me
And this time I believe those words
I know she means it when she says that I am perfect
It's not always easy to believe
But deep down I know
It's the truth and that one day she will hold me in her arms
Tell me how much she loves me
And I will feel safe

I wear the night like a blanket.
Do you find fault with this?
Can I not stay in the darkness?
Why do you judge me my comfort?

I wear the night like a blanket.
It covers me wholly.
Hides my insecurities.
Gives me confidence to be….
Me.

I wear the night like a blanket.
It calms the racing thoughts.
It shuts the thousand eyes.
It enables me to breathe….
And live.

I wear the night like a blanket.
It envelops me in warmth.
It allows me to speak aloud.
It helps me to hate a little….
Less.

I wear the night like a blanket.
And should the sun come out,
I hide under my covers.
Away from the thousand eyes.
A frightened child inside.

dog  dog breath  dog ****
smells like security now
in days of our need

you held me close to you,
and I felt your heart beating
deep inside of your rib cage.

I closed my eyes and listened
to the rise and fall of your chest,
hearing the soft thump of
your heartbeat and imagining
that if I stayed still for long enough,
I could melt into you.

for the first time in my life,
I felt like I belonged.

you made me feel like
I belonged with you

like I belonged on this planet.

like I belonged here, right here,
secure in your arms.

I haven’t felt safe
since you let go of me.

... and i lay there,
listening to your heartbeat. the soft laughs we share as we exchange kisses;

i never knew it'd become my favourite sound-

your laugh, your heartbeat;

you are my whole world.

as i lay there, peacefully with you,
you've made everything whole again,

my world; until the end.

I know I have a chaotic mind, but if I was a moth would you keep me safe at night? Maybe help me find the light from time to time?

And sometimes I can’t find the right words to say, but would you feed me flowers if I was a butterfly for a day? Maybe keep the birds at bay?

What I mean is; you make me less mean and I really mean it. I hope you don’t get sick of me...yet.

and that's perfectly accurate
as its not yours

and your only job is to get you

The small grocery

is a dark hole, the front room –


of a hoarse old mole.