He brings me sunshine
in a bouquet.
He always tells me,
“it will be okay”.
He is my happiness,
okay with my mess.
“WE can do it,” he says,
stroking my heartstrings in a caress.
I’m not enough, this I fear,
my tumultuous overthinking “the end is near.”
He continues to prove, with naught a doubt,
that he is the one, I cannot live…

Without.
© midnight._.thoughts