you relieve my stress,
you ease the ache,
you help me get a good night's rest,
but you don't know or understand,
that you help me function what beats within my chest
you are my strength,
you exist to mitigate my worries,
you help me restrain from traveling within
exhausting lengths to inflict pain amongst others,
because your hands touch my shoulders,
and you'd say "don't worry, you'll get over it".
and above all,
you call me beautiful and elegant,
because despite the rage,
despite the animal within the cage, you look past it all and see my intentions,
you don't see my mistakes,
you see me.
you are my Tylenol.
