Paroxysm

I Just Need You

"What's he like?"
He's that smile that puts the sunrise to shame and adds a new definition to purity.
His eyes are simply brown but I swear when I look into them, I see the colors of his soul and they are colors that can never be named.
I fell in love with his stupid jokes as much as I fell in love with his unnecessary desire to prove that he's good enough for me, or that he wants me more than I could ever possibly want him.
He lit up the darkness inside of me that I thought could never be sparked and resumed loving me.
And I have found purpose to breathe in the air that makes him happy
Though what makes him happy is whatever makes me feel safe and content within my own skin.
I don't mean to tear myself apart as much as I used to
His soft gentle hands are smoothing over my scarred heart with love and care.
Breaking apart every horrible memory and thought into something I can cope with when he breathes his love into me.
He doesn't even realize he's my savior.
The thing is I don't have to ask of anything from him, the things he naturally does just when I hear his voice is enough to fill me up with so much hope and joy that nothing else matters.
No other pain or fear, because if I have him I know everything will be okay.
I don't need anything from him except for all of him.