This tenement, stories carved in stone
Its cracked walls hold firm for the new stories we write unfold
Strengthening my waning foundations
That sigh from every step I make.
These gaps they settle into place
Finding a place at last in this imperfect fortress
These stories told, they teach me now me this truth I never remembered learning yet
Always knew
No place to recount them,
Until you
So familiar yet so new, so wholesome
These gradients of we being we shape from each other
These binds
Eternal and fortifying
They hold me in place
No longer frayed at the edges when I am within the grasp of you
The curve of your smile
Rests on mine
Parting the grey and calming these storms that form in the eye of my mind sometimes
Black as coal
Your eyes they fight these demons that have always won battles
Wearing scars that shape the landscape of all that is you
You, this warrior of love
Lives in everything and breathes life into all the dying fragments of my broken self
Fighting the wars I have lost
You show me that love
Is the greatest
armour against the darkness
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