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I know you. 

I know the way you move when fueled by anger,

The quiet, brooding silences that wreathe you with tension.

I know the way you smile when you are truly happy,

Your face lights up, brighter than the sun itself.

I know your moods, your habits,

The way you twirl your keys before putting them away,

The way you flip your wallet before putting it in your pocket.

You are not new to me.

I love that about you.

You are my stability in my chaos,

The disorder that is my life and mind.

At times, I feel you deserve better,

Should have someone who is more than myself,

More intelligent,

More sociable,

More stable.

Maybe my self-perception is too poor,

But I adore you all the same,

Could not truly imagine a life without you in it,

Nor do I want to.

Because in moments like these,

When I spill my worries onto your lap

And you get a strange, steely glint in your eyes

That look not at me, but to the future, and tell me

That an attack on me is an attack on your, 

And that you refuse to let me come to harm,

That we are a unit, one being,

I feel your fierceness,

Not often seen in one with such a gentle soul.

And in that moment, you are new to me.

For often I feel it is my duty

To be the strong one,

The protective one,

The one who suffers in the place of others

Because I have weathered so much worse

And seen far more than my fair share of the ugly reality of life.

I often forget

That others feel this urge as well,

As strongly as I do, and more besides.

I do not need to be a pillar

Or a statue, unmoving,

Because it is not weak to show weakness,

Nor is it necessarily strong to show strength.

Asking,

Admitting

That I need help takes far more courage

Than shouldering my burderns alone.

And often I fear that I will be rejected,

That one day I will show to much,

Ask too much,

And that I will be left.

And I know that this worry is simply my own mind

Running in mad circles.

I have a hard time turning it off.

But it's easier to dim the lights when I'm with you,

And in the dark of the night among whispers of silk,

Tell you all my fears and concerns while wrapped in your embrace.

I ramble and rant, my words a disjointed mess

(There are too many, always too many,

They flit away from me, laughing and taunting,

And no amount of pleading will bring order to them)

But you still make sense of it all.

I had not believed in the concept of a soulmate

Until you said that I was yours,

And when you said it, I knew it was true.

So every once in a while,

I hope you find something new about me to love too.