You are the parentheses of my whispers. Holding my secrets and the wild musings of my imagination safe within the walls of yourself. You pull me into the open curves of your arms, and keep me there until I’m ready to face the world again.
When I’m with you, I’m secure.
You hide me.
You are the semicolon. Helping the broken parts of my life, stand upright. Independent, and strong phrases.
You are the break I need to give myself. To remind me to breathe. You bring separation to my varied qualities, without completely abandoning the harsher parts of who I am.
You reconcile all the bits of myself that I have forgotten or left behind.
You resolve me.
You are the comma. Punctuating clauses. Preventing the parts of my life from crashing into each other and descending into utter chaos.
A little stroke, but without it, a stanza will twist itself into tangled knots.
You make sense of my impossible. You help me pause. To stop, and take a deep breath. To gather my words, before spilling them over. You manage to extract sanity from senseless ramblings of a cluttered mind.
You solve me.
You are the period at the end of my sentences. Wrapping me up neatly. Tying me to perfection with a firm and steady hand.
You are the endpoint. The place where, whatever happens I will end up.
You hold the initials of my name together, giving each part it’s own identity.
You
End my thoughts.
Break my verses.
Hold me together.
Complete me.
ILoveYou.
I. Love. You.