at the end of the day

as weary as I am
as blue-tinged as I am
with endocrine absurdity
my heart still lifts
to see you
my smile sneaks out
despite my tears
of pure irrationality
within your arms
my soul’s at rest
your kiss becomes
my medicine
and fears subside
tense muscles droop
as I relax
I’m home

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