I touch you and I feel a warmth
wash over me. A flame I am
willing to be burnt by if that is
how this story may play out.

My heart is on a fish line, swaying
in the wind as you hastily attempt
to catch it. It's cold and once
again, you are my saviour.

When I think of you not being here
in my life, I start to tremble.
Perhaps with oncoming tears or
a sympathetic response to fear.

Whichever it may be, it hurts
sometimes; how much I want
you there. Through the bad times
but the good times too.

They can happen. I have faith in
happiness as long as your warmth
is by my side. As long as you're
lighting my way in the dark.

Maybe you're strong, maybe
you're concrete... but even concrete
can buckle. Even pillars can
come crashing to the ground.

Perhaps I want to see that you
tremble sometimes too. That you're
fearful you may lose me. Or that
I'm worth the tears if I am lost.

Maybe I just want to comfort you
so what you do for me can be
reciprocated... but I know that can
never happen, right?