I found the hands I needed,
last fall when I was defeated
by the ghosts of my former self.
There's no god but I was in hell,
drifting from place to place
in search of somewhere safe.
Skinny legs and wolf eyes,
you are what saved my life and
gave purpose to the word survive.
Promise we'll never sink and I will never leave
to sulk on salt stained sleeves.
I'm done with the old me,
and the monsters on the wall.
I‘ve moved on from the fall:
good vibes about that time,
but now I've made you mine.
I'm blowing kisses at the moon again,
to signify that broken hearts can mend.
Let's not forget what we had back then,
but realize there's still safety in the term best friends.
Hold my hand and I'll hold yours.

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