Our Love

we never make our bed
we don't even have a sheet
we use two blankets
and all but one of the pillows
are on my side

at our worst
at my worst
i hold on to him for dear life
because i'm so insecure
so afraid that i'm not enough

he holds me
tighter than i can hold him
because he knows
no words will ever reassure me

of his love
of my life
of the future
of the past

we don't always put away our clean clothes
or pick up the dirty ones
and we rearrange our room
once every three months

at our best
at his best
we're dancing in circles
laughing as we kiss
around the smiles on our faces

i always ask if he's okay
even when he's smiling
because i know
words are my grace

to his love
to my life
to the future
to my past