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My everything, her anything
I loved her like you love breathing air.
I didn’t notice that I loved it
until it was sucked from my lungs.
But just like she stole it,
she put it back and breathed life into me.
It was a warning that I didn’t want to relive.
She became my everything and I became her anything.
Like that piece of the puzzle that can go anywhere, but nowhere,
I was there.
When it was dark,
I’d illuminate the skies with my soul
and illustrate my love for her in stars.
And when she needed,
I pulled the bones from under my skin and rearranged then into ladders,
which she climbed to happiness.
When she was done,
she smiled down from her castle of love in the clouds
and I begged to join her too.
But my bones were her ladder and my soul was her sky.
And if I joined her,
she was scared that the illusion would come crashing down.
I told her that my smile would be her parachute,
but she was scared
that air wouldn’t fill it.
So I stole the life from my lungs
and filled her parachute so she’d be safe
if the world of love I built for her came crashing down.
What I didn’t realize is that
while I became her anything,
I lost my everything.
While she was in a world of love
that I built for her,
I wasn’t even alive.
So I tore down the ladder and replaced my bones.
It felt like my skin was peeling down to the dermis,
but I didn’t stop because my bones were hope and I was finally getting it back.
She didn’t notice her ladder was missing.
She was too happy in her world of love
that I had built for her.
Next I took the illusions
I built in the sky
and slowly I put the life back into my lungs.
She didn’t seem to care because she had my smile and my love.
But then I swapped my smile for a frown or an occasional smirk
and she began to tell me I was changing.
I told her I wasn’t, Iwas just getting back my everything.
