a year ago i held you to my chest for the first time. now i wrap my arms around myself, holding my own chest, trying to keep myself from bursting in to a million pieces. all i can think is what i'd give just to tell you i'm proud of you. all the storms you shouldn't have had to weather but did, you are a lighthouse, taking every crashing wave and still standing tall, sending out light and drawing me in. i am friends with the places you are crumbling and you are a shelter all the same.
|
|