she'd be a whole lot prettier if she smiled once in a while

i am one of the people that makes her happy. me by name. i specifically try to make her happy.

if i was the most powerful person in the world i would kiss her wrists. and as my mouth traced the angry red ribbons, they would be soothed and placated. the brush of my lips would coax new skin to grow, to cover, to heal her wounds. warmth would seep into the new skin, making it fresh, able to prevent scarring. the warmth would go deep in her blood, and as blood is wont to do, it would move through her hands, back up her arms, and to her heart. with each pump, the warmth would fill her more completely, until not only her limbs have grown warm and begin to heal, but it would engulf her mind, like a hug that blocks out the world, or a kiss that drowns out words. and the cold cravasses that seem to be left untouched would be filled, and i would heal her. yesterday she lay against my stomach, and i curled around her like a mother cat protecting a kitten. we joke about being lovers, and sometimes act on it, but i am her protector. i keep her safe, i try to keep her smiling. i try to keep her loved. so she KNOWS she has someone, because she does, and this someone isn't one for drama or unexplained anger. this someone is honest and open with a heart not big enough for everyone she wants to keep safe. but she can sure as hell try.

hey. lauren. i love you. i don't tell you enough. but i do, i love you. i love you i love you i love you i love you. i love how you need me, i love how you know you can come to me, i love how we hold hands, i love how we smile quietly, i love how we smile loudly, i love how we wander around eating pizza, i love how we cuddle, i love how laughing can make you forget for a little while.

and from these days i can tell that she can't let go and she can't relax
and just before she hangs her head to cry
i sing to her a lullabye:

everything's gonna be alright
rockabye, rockabye
everything's gonna be alright
rockabye, rockabye, rockabye