December 24th, 2024 ❤️
I was nothing but a name oscillating in the cosmos of doubts and dreams, until you found me lying underneath a million thoughts and pipe dreams. It's been eight years since that fateful Sunday, and I'm still nothing but a plethora of incomprehensible thoughts, written in a language unbeknown to most, but every single one of those thoughts leads me to you, and that's all I've ever asked the Universe for. A Home. Any semblance of my existence is just a reflection of you, my love. Without you, I'm just a distorted dream, lost between the broken, unfinished lines...
In the most terrible of the days or the most brilliant ones, you become my Home. Not the one that shelters, but the one that I can finally call my own. When the storm wraps its arms around me, you take my hand and take me for a spin. As we stand on the edge of the cliff, looking at the same yet somehow completely different things, you tell me I deserve the skies, as my brain echoes with the count of the seconds beneath. On days when I'm convinced I speak a language that's frozen in time, you take my lips between yours and show me you know how love's spelled in mine. If the world was ending, I would stay over the previous night. If the world was ending, I would tell you, one last time, that you are mine. On the most terrible of days, or the most brilliant ones, on days when I know I deserve the skies, or the ones when I'm convinced I'm nothing, I am still yours love. I will always be yours.
On the worst of days, and the best ones, I always find a home in you. Through rainbows and sunshine, or through the most violent storms, you have held my hand through it all. Thank you for being my home for all these years my love. Looking forward to spending a lifetime with you.
Yours, until the very end ❤️
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Reverie
Poetry~ if not between the lines, where else can I find my peace? ~ Trigger warnings applied || Poetry Collection ||
