i find it hard to write when i am happy
right now i am ecstatic
sometimes i find myself crying
just out of this excitement
or is it calmness, really?
you never make me question you
i am so safe in your presence
even without you here, i feel it
a blanketing stillness over my worry
i think back to everyone who drove me mad
who had me running in circles
how could i confuse that for love?
if this is it, i'll take it any day
the only one with baggage is me, for once
you're so open and ready and able
i'm scared to be the broken one
that i might push you too far
but your constant reassurance
makes it easy to talk myself out of that fear
you might be exactly what i wanted
how lucky am i to have found it so quickly














