There's this person in my mind, I always knew I loved
A face I could not see, a voice I could not hear
Love is all I felt, my heart this person knew
A hand that fit in mine, as if it had been gloved
Love I finally found, since I met my dear
This person in my mind, and it was always you

They call me bad.
Tried growing up without a dad?

What’s a father figure?
Fool thought only but himself, go figure.

Go blame me for thinking for myself.
Like I didn’t leave my job behind just to help.

I’m tired of fake people around me.
All their whispers behind me, the audacity.

Every day I try to be grateful.
But people around me teach me to be hateful.

I’m exhausted, I’m drained.
Impure, unclean, I’m stained.

Call me names or whatever, sure.
Change is pointless. There’s no cure.

They say ignorance is a bliss.
I wish I was ‘cause nowadays, I’m ******.

I am weak, petty, small.
I am the torturer of all.
My tendrils close around your neck.
I kick your feet out,
And you fall.

I strike you through as you descend.
I twist your mind.
Your spirit bends.
Actions inflict pain.
Words lack respect.
I pull back to strike you through again.

I exhaust your mind, tear your soul, leaving not a nerve to rend.
Absently abusive, and stretched.
Twisted in violence, bent.

I create pain implicitly, just as I expect.
And I inflict the torture that I never, ever meant.

Let Me inflict the torture that I never, ever meant.

I run my finger in etched initials in park benches
Wishing to know their fate
Me+you "never"
❤️

If freedom was a part of us
Rooted deep within our souls
Why don't we scream loudly like thunder
To vanquish these ignorant foes
But these chains abide around us
We see but do not speak
These walls between our neighbors
Serve as political referees

I will speak your name with gentleness
not only when the air is still,
but even when thunder lives between us.
For even then, my love for you does not falter.
It only quiets itself
so it can listen.

I will never stop asking,
How can I love you better?
For you, I would be ten thousand times
more beautiful, more wise,
more patient, more kind.
If such a thing were possible,
I would become it.

Not for myself.
For me, I ask nothing.
But for you
I wish a thousandfold more of me.
I wish to be the kind of soft
you can rest your soul in.

I vow to grow not just old,
but whole with you
to be shaped by the seasons
of your spirit,
to remain endlessly curious
about the sacred country of your soul,
no matter how familiar it becomes.

I will trace the gentle furrows time leaves on your face
and think, always: How did I get this lucky?

When the world dims,
I will not simply stand beside you,
I will steady you.
And when joy finds us,
I will hold its shape with you,
quietly,
gratefully.

When your hands grow tired,
I will carry what they can’t.
Not out of duty,
but because loving you
makes strength feel like instinct.

Together always best when I’m with you, my love,
Your presence wraps my heart in warmth so sweet.
My fears dissolve when you’re the one I greet,
Your arms, my home, a gift from up above.  
I lay upon your chest, where heartbeats sing,
Your hold so strong yet gentle, pure and kind.
In you, I find the peace my soul’s designed,
A love that makes my spirit softly cling.  
Our bond reflects a spark of heaven’s flame,
A sacred love that time will never part.
With you, my soul has found its truest aim,
Forever bound, entwined within your heart.

You are all of what Disney didn’t show me
On who a prince could be

im often reminded of things long past gone from my life

of how impossibly far they are from my grasp

sometimes i think
im only meant for wanting,
only made to desiring
never to have
never to be close

ive learnt too early, maybe too deeply
that no matter how much your heart speaks
no matter how loud your longing is
some people do not turn back
some things just arent yours
no matter how much they feel like home

and sometimes letting go of that feeling,
that you are meant for something or someone,
is the only way forward

sometimes
the kindest thing you can do for yourself
is close your eyes
without asking the morning to come