you

and you:

you wipe the slate clean

you’re not afraid to say things

that scare the hell out of the self-righteous

you right my wrongs and all the other ones

that people like use as weapons

you shake the defenses


i love the way you

look me in the eye,

reassure me i don’t have to hide myself

around you or anyone else

by the way you most certainly don’t hide yourself


i think we’ve found a balance

i think we’ve managed

to love our in-betweens

you’re the island i need in a sea of emotions

(i know good-and-well you like walking by the shore,

but i promise not to tell your friends)


and i:

i’ve never been more sure—

looking back or looking forward—

that the person that i was before

and the person that you’re holding

is lucky to be yours

 

i’m lucky to be yours