I have a badge, an official hat
I know the law, but have no heart
Run your best, I am in uniform
In this attire, my integrity is deformed.

I have a shield, Sirens and gun
I love your chains, I hate your guts
In your best days, your innocence is guilt
Even in your grace, all I see is filth.

You take me as your saviour
Well, I can't, I have lost that savour
My evils shine night and in daylight
In 9 minutes, my protection will take your life.

Your 'I can't breathe' we only give you a grave
Be still, it is televised, you will enjoy the rave
I don't war alone, my demons are with me
You are not alone, there have been and there will always be.

You can call me names, but the deal is done
You can agitate all day, what next when all is said and done?
You can chain me, there are millions with my mind
It is not a war for the street, it is a war of the mind.

Words elude me.
The pain I feel in your wake is indescribable.
My heart feels as though it left this world with you.
Oh I wish to indulge you in every whim.
Sparing nothing, not even the world.
Knowing that you’d be content with only the softest of caresses,
I wonder,
Is it possible that I would be even more pleased than you?

My comfort holds me in the crook of her arm. My own arms draped around her neck. My comfort appears at the end of a very long day. Right before bed time. My comfort shows me sights unseen and memories to last a lifetime.  My comfort sings me songs I’ll never forget. I sing them today in the shower. My comfort’s love is felt from near and far. I hear her whisper ‘I love you’ while hard at work. My comfort always figures it out. Her touch is seen everywhere I look; it’s as if she built the whole world itself. My comfort’s support is strong as steel. With her I may stumble, but never fall.

For Sonya

I thought I heard hate in your heart
Maybe it’s just me
I flash my teeth to blind my hurt
It doesn’t work
all it does is fade a little

When the feeling wells up
I feel warmth,
I feel safe... almost

But eventually I feel scared too.
Of what I’m not sure.
Losing,
Never having at all,
Trying.

Holding,
Kissing,
Feeling.

Feeling.
Feeling like I could blink and this would all disappear.
Are you here?

I hope so; because you make me smile
and I think,
I want this.