We build a house, you the rocks and I the glue
There's something excruciatingly obvious about rocks
Your soft centre
The most tender, gentle soul that yearns to be loved
I know you do not let many in, your flesh is yours as much as your thoughts
I can't help but notice in building our house we seems to have become congealed in some places
Your mask of escapism and humor proclaims itself loudly
You are one of those movies you love so, but your version of Dirty Dancing is that soul of which you hide
As the trials of life increase I see less and less of this soft gooeyness
Take this as a reminder of our house, you are so afraid of it crumbling you employ thicker, stronger bricks but you must remember at the end of the day, when it rains, the glue and plaster can always ensure the brick's survival
Allow yourself this pleasure, to feel and to experience yourself not as a mask or character but as a human, who's gentle soul I love so
And when I call you my rock remember although it's structure essential, the concrete must flow within, so please do not be infinitely sorry for my holes and aches and pains, know you allowed me to overcome so we could resume the build of both of our lives, and our house ❤️
