what are you doing?

who told you that

my hand needed to be held

and that i liked my hair stroked?

or that my arms wanted to hug you

and my heart needed to be taken?

how did you end up next to me

painting pictures in my head?

who showed you how to get

under my skin

and make me smile

and sing me to sleep?

who invited you to curl up beside me

and comfort me in my bed?

who taught you how to rub my back

just so

and calm my OCD with a simple smile?

how did you learn to deal with me

and my bitchiness

and my lack of trust

and my resistance

my fear?

who are you

and who let you in?

where did you come from?

how did you get in?

who showed you the back door?

because right now,

i should really go hug that person

and thank them a million times over

for all the hope and forevers they've given me.

i need to thank them for letting me meet

you.