You are a heavy blanket and a sky full of stars

a room full of candles on a thunderstorm night

the smell of an old book, worn with dog-eared pages,

a steaming cup of coffee in a snowy cabin lost in a wooded canopy of trees.


You are comfort in the most divine form

Your skin on mine is pleasure beyond what I can explain

your kiss a thrill I’ll never tire of

In your eyes is my entire life.


Why ever would I leave you my love, when you are my home?

Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Love, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Writing

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