Just a cardboard box. I'm just holding your hand. Nothing fancy. Just a simple gesture. And your gaze lovesick as mines. Yeah I got money. But I just need someone almost anyone to fill this gaping hole of mines. Softness in a fragile yet heaven like touch to comprehend that song the bluest eyes. To know she's mines when I am far from perfect. Yeah I got scars. They burn. But she's a goddess for just not leaving me behind. She came back. When it was clear she was never the problem it wasn't her fault but she ran to me anyway. Just to know I never left. I was just away. Not far. Cuz she was a constant in my mind. Even when midnight wouldn't stay. Just the ache of her in my dreams. Nightmares still bleeding as the sweetest dreams. I saw her. Even in agony. Just a cardboard box. That's Love. Not my wallet. The ideal fancy car. Just her tears. Her scowls. Her aching stares. Even her agonizing excruciating illicit claws when she lash out. Yes she's angry. But she knows I only see bittersweetness in her ferociousity. And I beg for it still. All of it. Even when I die. And she's this angel version of forever. She is the definition of heaven to me still. Even when she flies away. Just a cardboard box. This is what Love is to me. Home without from the idea of never having a home again. Cuz she is my heart's escape. When no one else could be this for me No one else ever will.