The patchwork pieces
of my mended heart lie perfectly
in the places yours are worn.
We stitch our well-weathered
hearts together with the threads
of empathy and understanding.
Together, we mend and heal the
jagged edges of our tattered souls.
For every massive mercurial leap into mania,
you’ve been my tether, my lifeline, my crash landing site.
You are my jester, my comic relief, my bringer of light.
Your quietness and sereneness
gives welcome peace to my unquiet mind;
sanctuary, safety and sanity in you, I find.
You are the peanut butter to my jelly,
You are the calm reason to my
tendency to be loud and yell-y.
You are the giver of gifts never-ending,
those that truly keep on giving.
The knowledge that I am
made of tougher stuff,
not just cuteness, dimples,
curls and fluff.
You shine back to me
all the possibilities that be,
if I only just believe.
No more thinking happiness
is light years away,
too far out of sight
Happiness lives within but cannot
exist without love and acceptance;
you taught me that I must love myself
before I can truly love another.
You are Mozart to my
Me First and the Gimme Gimmes,
you are the sunrise to my sunset,
the sweet to my sour
within your words
I find strength and power.
Yes, it’s true;
I was made