There are days,
when I'm asked,
What do I expect from love?
Maybe, love to me, is nothing but
the realization that there is someone
I can call my home and run to,
when times go dark,
and things get tough.
Maybe love means,
to have someone,
who reassures me,
that I'm their world,
when I can feel,
my own world crumbling apart.

When someone gives me
a reason to smile,
at times I only
feel like crying.
When someone refuses
to be appalled,
by my anxious mind
and shaky hands.
Instead, he softly
envelops them in his own,
lovingly gazes into my teary eyes,
and helps me console,
only to let me know,
that I have someone's embrace,
to find warmth into.

When someone steadies my racing heart,
and pulls me closer on days,
when I push myself away.
When someone guides me back home,
as I take the wrong path.
When someone helps me find the light,
as I drop the lamp in fear.

When someone chooses to be,
so patient towards me,
that their love overpowers,
my petrifying thoughts.
When someone cradles me,
and caresses my hair,
as I struggle to get hold,
of my overwhelming emotions.

When someone loves me the same,
on both good and bad days.
When someone does not hesitate,
to stay in my every phase.
When someone makes words work like magic,
and calms me down,
through heartfelt poems and serenade songs.

When someone helps me believe that I'm fine,
even in hours of terrible denial.
When I'm losing my mind
and drowning in insecurity,
someone lets me know,
that they are here for me.

When my vision goes blur,
and my head begins to spin,
someone lets me know,
that the world's not ending.

When someone silences my demons,
at times I miserably fail to.
When someone instills hope in my heart,
and breathes life into my soul,
at times I restlessly roam,
in search of a potion,
to heal my spirit mercilessly broken.

When someone restores,
my faith in hope,
as I see myself,
going out of control.
When someone holds on to me,
a bit more firmly,
as I wish to let myself go,
and vanish in the dizziness
that surrounds me
to finally pass out.

When someone proves to me,
that they'll be present in need,
and show me what it's like,
to have a pillar by your side.

When someone understands what I feel,
and silences the noises in my head,
that fill my entire heart with guilt,
for being who I am and not doing my best.

When I'm fighting loneliness,
and unable to reach out for help.
I hope someone extends their hand,
to drag me out of my cold mess.

When I begin to grow distant,
from all those I love,
and seek a little comfort,
from someone who tells me I'm enough.
When I'm vulnerable and hurtful
to those who love me,
panicking in distress and struggling to breathe,
someone walks in and softly whispers,
"your beauty never ever scared me."

When someone expresses the desire,
to get me out of darkness,
at times I find it impossible,
to return to light and calmness.
When someone hugs my demons,
instead of backing away from them,
and ignites the flame of kindness
to turn them into angels.

When someone heals my scars,
with a gentle touch of love.
When someone brings me back,
the side that almost got strangled,
by the hands of my wicked thoughts.
When someone comes as sunshine,
while I drown in fear, out of breath,
to show me there's help.

When I hurt my loved ones,
after hurting myself,
and push away people,
after battling with my own heart,
I hope that there will be someone,
who willingly stays with me,
until my misery leaves.

When I'm suffering in silence,
and shielding it with a smile.
When I'm asking everyone to stay away,
and dying on the inside.
I hope that I find someone,
who finds it easy to recognize,
the pain that tears my strength,
and destroys my will to survive.
When I'm seeking a place to hide,
they open their arms to let me know,
what coming back home feels like.

Maybe love is,
when they are so in love with you,
that none of your phases,
not even the darkest ones scare them.
Maybe love is,
when they never leave,
but hold on tighter,
as the night gets darker.

Maybe love is a safe place,
to endure every form of pain,
to shed tears and share smiles,
with hands tightly entwined.
Maybe, that is what love is.
~sk

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