You before Me
Because I love you I have learned to see past the horror
The horror that ignites my heart with love and kills my mind.
I toss and turn to find comfort.
Next, to you, I spread my arm across
a tug, a nudge, but I love you.
The man that lays next to me every night is
the devil in flesh, but he is my devil.
A knot in my throat when his presence is gone.
Because I love you, I have lost myself to capture you.
Could it be that I am delusional?
Could it be the hits to the back that worries me?
Because I love him, there is no me.
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