You
You, who gives meaning to my life’s chaos
You, who brings me home in a heartbeat
You, a warm blanket draped around my weary soul
You, who breathes laughter back into my smile
You, who carries me through battles
Battles heavier than what I can bear
You, who makes me believe in the magical
You, whom my heart loves fiercely
More than it has ever loved myself
You, whom my soul worships day and night
You, My Beloved - You
You make me feel whole again
Simply by letting me unleash the storm inside me
The storm that I call Love
It doesn’t scare you
It’s a language
That you too speak so well
You let it wash over you
Without a single flinch
You witness me in my unraveling
And bestow upon me that knowing smile
With a glint in your eye
As if to say - Look closer
Your gentle smile urges me to see
When I cannot see a thing, but You
Just a little blurry
Or perhaps a lot
I shake my head and lower it down
Smiling at my hopelessness
A smile carrying heartbreak so vast
I fear the Universe will crack beneath it
But You
You keep gazing upon me with the same softness
I feel it even though I can no longer see it
And just then, I hear a whisper of a thought
Look closer now
For some things could only be seen clearly through blurry eyes
You, who makes me laugh through my fog
And I laugh and laugh
As rivers of pain flow through me
Finally free to simply be
And I look back up at You in utter amazement
To speak what cannot be spoken
Only to see your already broadened smile
Breaking into a grin so heartbreakingly beautiful
It makes me fall in Love…
Fall in Love like I never have before
Not with You
But
With myself
Self is a bitch some times our defenders though us more than give us pain. I love your poem it also kind or makes me remember to get out of our reactions to teach myself to choose my battles.
Self is the first "you" we have to reckon with.