you are the eye of a storm
my calm place,
you remind me even on the bad days
I deserve to be loved
and I am worthy of it
I am a fragile glass in a warped box,
when I relapse,
a bubble wrap; gently, you hold me
until the word "break" doesn't exist
your words are feathers
caressing my mind
mumbles, "Rest, my love. I'll be with you."
and everything I think of,
like dust in the darkness
suddenly vanishes
your arms are my blanket,
- warm and welcoming
every night, I find it hard to sleep
yet when you're around,
Even temporarily, I doze with peace
I've always been the cactus type of plant
I never needed much water,
I'm trained to be in the desert
The heat was always overbearing
Yet I never knew that a cactus still needed water to grow,
Until I found my oasis
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To Fill or Burst, To Break or Bury
PoetryI may have been the one who wrote this book, yet it undoubtedly belongs to you. Even if our hearts were meant to fill or burst, or even break or bury, today's me will always, always love you-through the shiniest or even the darkest side. No matter w...
