Our Stone Cabin

I always leave a light on for her.

I always make the bed for her.

I bought her coffee,

even though I like tea.

She keeps me awake.

That look on her face,

when I know she is blissfully unaware.

Of how it feels,

to be the object of her gaze, and her praise.

It's what I live for,

it's what I'd die for.

I was so scared,

running away from it all,

I was unprepared,

for how she would be a wrecking ball

to how I saw myself,

how I loved myself,

and how I love her.

I was asleep, she was looking down at me

and I knew right then,

she would be the end.

My fairytale ending,

running off into the sunset with her,

holding me,

making sure, I can breathe.

The light I try to be,

the light she can see right through,

when I'm running out of battery.

The way she pays for my food,

even if she doesn't want to.

The late night drive home,

the early morning text tone.

It's what I live for.

And if we ever break down,

I'll scream till my lungs give out.

That she is it for me,

the place I wanna be,

the little stone cottage in the woods,

covered with flowers,

and I'll meet her there

when she has some time to spare.

We can drink tea,

talk about our eternity,

and how we're meant to be.

And if I perish before her time,

I'll spend forever waiting up there,

for us to shine

together.

And I'll know whatever bonds she makes,

will never compare

to what he have there,

in our little cabin,

in the deep forest,

just waiting there for us.

And she tells me she loves me,

and I'll remember the loneliness fondly,

before her.

But I'll never go back.

I'll just stay there with her,

holding me,

loving me,

guiding me,

to see

who I could truly be.