You, dear, are my constant
For me, it all starts and ends with you
A deep, hindering unease in my chest
A steady, stable fear
Like a hand clutched around my pounding heart
Was vanquished in me the day I met you
And a truth like a pit of vipers opened
One I once tried to close, to hide, to conceal
Until your hand rested over my scrambling self
My devastating person unveiled to you
But you didn’t run
And I felt a peace
A love, a gorgeous state of bliss
A state of acceptance and happiness
Unlike that of anything that can be known or seen or understood
By one on the outside of the soul bond that is us
An unwavering will was instilled in me
Because you know me, because you love me
Not because you helped me grow
But because you helped me help myself
And I helped you in turn
I put my fingers on the deep, shattered cracks in you and let you press them down
And they mended themselves on their own
You are my constant, love
And my love is tried and true for you
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I had no idea what to put for the subtitle, so forgive the sort of random SZA lyrics. Love her.
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Comments (9)
fabulous poetry!
A state of acceptance and happiness Unlike that of anything that can be known or seen or understood I like these lines.
My favorite part: I put my fingers on the deep, shattered cracks in you and let you press them down And they mended themselves on their own Intimacy explained!
This is really beautiful from you
This was so lovely and made me emotional in a good way. Loved it so much!
This is beautiful. Really hit in the heart well.
So beautiful!
A heartfelt declaration, Andrea. Resounding.
Ah, this is lovely. A celebration!