You’re the text I send
before I’ve even finished crying,
the laugh I hear
before I even finish the joke.
You’ve seen me
at my worst —
messy bun, broken heart,
spilling secrets like wine
on white sheets.
And you stayed.
Always stayed.
We’ve danced in kitchens,
screamed in cars,
sung heartbreak songs
like we wrote them ourselves.
You know what I mean
with just one look.
You fix my eyeliner
and my life —
without being asked.
You’re my emergency contact,
my reality check,
my partner in chaos,
and peace.
If soulmates come in more
than just romance,
then girl—
you are mine.