The fan blows quietly and aged snored murmur in the corner. 

The window is open and I dont mind

The sounds of lives, buzzing outside. 

I can almost hear how soft my blankets are as I lay upon them,

Warm light from a low place illuminates mountains around me. 

We are safe.

We are home.

When it pours, take my hand
and I'll help you find the music to dance to amongst the raindrops -
If you listen closely, my heart beats to the same rhythm as the lost notes from your favorite childhood song.
When it's dark, follow my flashlight -
I'll lead you into my fort of blankets
And keep you warm through the night.

If I could collect all the tears I've cried
And hand them back to the persons responsible,
Some of you would be dry as the summer sun,
others may be soaked.
But somehow I'll still be the one
Who drowns in the end.

My hands are rough from all the nights I've had to push myself up off my knees.

My lips are chapped from biting back the screams -
Fits of rage still linger in the corners of my eyes. I have been tired.

My shoulders are strong from the weight I carry for those around me.
I'd go hungry to lessen the growls within you.

I'd build a city,
Live on the streets to know I have lit up your nights
And sheltered you from the storm that blows around me.

You'll want someone who will guard you in battle or peace,
Exalt with you in feast or famine,
And cradle you through the nightmare until your dreams are born.

You may think you want to do everything yourself,
But nothing in life is more precious
Than a partner that is yours because they want to be.

I punched my reflection, square in the jaw
And she showed me who I really am.

My friends are made of cement,
Hard as statues,
never bending to the winds of change
No matter how wild the storms rage.
Somehow they chose me
To join their monument,
Although my corners crumble
And my creases are no longer defined-
I'm not as sturdy as I should be.
How do you ask a statue if you may lean on it?

It's always blown me away how people can sleep with a sweatshirt on -
That burns me up,
Chokes me.

It wasn't until now,
Now that I sleep alone in the dead of winter,
Desperately trying to be my own best friend,
Doing my best to hold myself together,
That I've realized
The more layers I wear,
The longer it should take for me to fall completely apart.