Thank You for Being Mine

Thank you for being mine

Like I ever owned you

Like I could’ve kept you safe

Like you were more than some stones and paint

meant to keep me safe

through long nights,

I know it might sound silly

but objects in my orbit have feelings–

the walls shiver when you whisper,

“you are important to me,”

and lamps laugh

when you change their lightbulbs,

so thank you

for being mine

thank you for

that first day when I was five

thank you for

standing with me

at 6 am the last day of school

thank you for being mine

when I cried

lost my mind

couldn’t try

to put myself to sleep in your embrace

when I didn’t want to deal out another day;

if these walls could speak

I think they would keep my secrets for me,

if the pillows could sing

maybe they would lace lullabies of last night’s dreams,

uncover the nightmares I never wrote

and turn them into something stabbable

so we could bury them under the bed,

thank you for being mine

for letting me plow my keeping in your earth

for owning the covers where starlight fed

thank you for the worth

of playing witness to stories

nobody else knows

thank you for the glow at midnight

when no one else answered my calls

thank you for the scars

thank you for the fire

thank you for the closet

thank you for the art

you know I’m going to miss you when I go

waltzing across the high wire,

and it never stays strong enough or echoes so loud

to thank you for being mine

but thank you for our time

thank you for the moonlight spilling through your blinds

thank you for the dust motes

thank you for the winter coats

the siblings doing blind votes

you can’t hear my voice here

but I bleed it, we’ll be fine

somehow survive

all the years

you still are mine.