You - part 1

You ask if I’m okay every time I cough.

You held a hot cloth on my stomach when cramps got the better of me.

You talk me out of countless panic attacks and never tell me they’re worse when I’m drunk 

       so why do I drink?

You never make me feel guilty.

You always ask how my day has been 

              - even if we’ve spent it together.

And you always speak up 

when my head gets loud.

“We’ll hold you together with cello tape for now. Hopefully we’ll find some superglue soon”