I know I fuck things up a lot.
My friendships may crumble and my future is a bridge of strings over a river of uncertainty.
When I'm two steps behind life I get lost easily,
but I always manage to find you.
You take my hand for a moment, whisper "everything will be ok" in my ear. I'm no fortune teller, but my heart aches at the thought of a life with you.
You live with me, on our thrown of mistakes andover dramaticscriptures linked to our youth.
We stay up late, play on the beach, share coffee in the mornings. The world swirls around me today,
fills me whole with confusion, distress, and a touch of hopeful joy.
Right now the songs, the scriptures, all this writing makes sense.
This fear for the future -- this painful hope for our future.
I know I fuck things up a lot, please be there for me when I reach for you.