you found me bleeding on the side of the road.
you found me spitting up death and choking on life and letting reality throw bruising fingers around my throat to squeeze the remnants of belief. you found me quaking on the tile and shaking the entire building, my spine cracking like a weathered book. you found me as a victim of my own sense of fantasy, my own desires manipulating my nerves like a finely tuned violin playing nothing but funeral sobs. i was half-awake and half-aware and half-of-something-i-couldn't-even-label; you were in over your head.
three days later and i was stitched up with chapped-lips but swallowing whole foods and keeping it down for the first time in months. i was tasting the milk of your healing hope and the honey of your patience. i was soothed by your cool lips against my feverish forehead, but, i was still scared. i was waking up in cold sweats and breaking out to race down the corridors. i was lashing out when you tried to calm me and exploding at the barest brush of contact. i was untied by my own securities and dismantled by my past. i took the pieces you had just glued back together and flung them into the air; you said not a word, just started from the beginning.
five and a half kisses after that and you were teaching me how to pronounce 'trust.' you were letting me keep my heart because i wasn't ready to cough it up just yet, but cherishing it all the same. you were holding me close and holding me together and holding the demons at bay. you were telling me things i called lies like "you're beautiful" and "you deserve this" until the repeating turned into a pulse i wanted nothing but to fall into. you held my broken-fingered hand and kissed the swollen knuckles, told me i wouldn't have to keep fighting if i didn't want to, but you were strong enough to stomach any punch i threw out in fear. i was dipping my toe in still waters; you just breathed deep and waited.
today, i woke up and your mouth was branding my name against the base of my spine. your truths were scrawled in unknown languages over my heart. i jump started my nervous system and rebooted my belief in magic when you sang me lullabies under the summer sun. you stroked my hair and untangled the knots, told me i was beautiful even when i was broken, but you preferred to see me whole. you touched two fingers to the knife-scar on my side, pressed two lips to my jaw and breathed two words against my skin: "i'm yours."
you are a lighthouse; i am home.