i get to look inside your mirror.

i see the things that make you want to throw everything away. i am ashamed.

you came to me in the middle of the night. wrapped your arms tightly around me, and held me until i slept. whispered a few lulaby's with your breathe and cradled me to sleep. somewhere between the ticking of the clock and the escape of the stars i watched as dreams ran through your rapid moving eyelids. i observed your chest as it heaved while you lived, and in that instant i knew i would never be able to live without you. i slept to awaken with you still in my arms and the rest of our lives to handle the unfortunate troubles that may cross our path. i know you love me and i need to stand by your side as the wife that i shall, in the future, be. what a fool i was to question, when all this time my home was in you.

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