My hips have found a sway to them I thought Id lost

I try to stay focused on things I thought were goals

But I find silly adventures with him more enticing

I can see in his eyes he loves to hear me read

He watches me in the bath like every time is the first time seeing me

He still kisses me like he misses me

He refuses to let his scars affect our joy

He patiently waits for my storms to pass

Every day I wonder if I could possibly love him more tomorrow

And every day I answer “apparently I can”

Ive found passion in the most random accomplishments

We giggle in the mornings and hold each other at night

Ive embraced my bipolar existence as long as he rides shotgun

He tells me we’re getting there and I think “it gets better?”