I want to be the hands that pick you up. The hands that push all the hate away and the hands that take care of you until the end of time or until you don’t need me anymore. The hands that hold your heart and keep you safe. The hands that hold your face next to mine and keep you close always. The hands that cover your ears when you don’t need to hear and the hands that cover your eyes when I don’t want you to see. The hands that pick you up and drop you right here so I never have to wait around. The hands that hold yours and keep them tight around me and around us and around everything that matters.

I want to be your hands. Your hands that hold me in place and keep me in line. The hands that write everything you feel and send it my way. The hands that hold my heart behind my lungs when I’m afraid its going to float away

I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. If it means I have to hold on to the heaviest rock at the bottom of the ocean. Id build up an entire army to hold off your demons. A parade of every heart you’ve ever known will stand in their way.

I will so you don’t have to.

Please don’t let go. I’m depending and I’m hoping that you’ll hold tighter than me. Hold tighter because no one else will. 
Because no one else can, like you.