This time last year
I was sick from the monster that ravaged her
Praying to someone I never talked to
But yelling at them to save her

Laying in bed
This time last year
She was better gone than miserably withering away
As if the hidden tears watering the carpet in the office a few stairs away
could revive her.

We become selfish as the monster ***** away any hope.
Selfish to the ones who are strong and are walking tomorrow
Selfish to the ones strapped to the stained glass window to another place

Perspective relations
For this time last year
She was sick.
Now strong.

I love you.

I am Sora,
Crumpled at the bottom of your mind, the bottom of your waste basket, the bottom of your shoes, quietly burning from the pain that
greets me with a
hard embrace
chilly breath and
numbing strength.
Coursing through the reflection
left empty like behind some doors,
I have walked out from.
I am awake
through the nights
through the days
through the hours
through the lives
I am awake.
Like a window sees everything within its sights
I can not un-see the rain marks of hurt and of blindness staining my hands.
Pocketed in the morning
I held no weight, I held everything, destined for experience, destined for hoarding
of emotions
of relationships
of others' experiences I keep
But I walk alone with a partner
holding my hand like a parent with a kid when it's
“Vaccine Time”
And I'm hearing
roaring of the comments
hissing of my weakened soul and
echoing identities I used to claim as my very own
So the waves that I am
come barreling, come surging, come crashing, come Hell or High Water
to look up is to see and to see is to create and to create is to revolutionize and to revolutionize is to
Save yourself before the stars burn up.
And she
she is my Northern Star where I am Harriet Tubman
I have been there. I am there. I will be there. I will be out there. I will be. I will waver. I will stay.
Unapologetically me.

Let me run away
To holde you late in the night
And make it alright

In the midnight cold I'll be the hand that closes
the shades 'cause now it's just a chilly stale air coming through the window
And when you're fast asleep under the sheets I'll be the
far away breath from thinking of how I'll say
Goodmorning not to the beautiful
but to the breath taking simplicity which
Spills from your veins to illuminate my aching smile
Because I would give my all for you
to be more than just in love with you
So
In the July dawns as the concrete begins to waver under our feet
I will be the cool on the back of your neck
For when you walk down those steps I'll be that
railing that reminds you of home when you
float not just through space, but through the door of my heart
but like a tide, you and I together ebb and flow in
Over the rocks we've been bloodily beaten, though we continue our strides
There is nothing I wouldn't do to gaze at your
blue eyes as if they were only the entire night sky
As I am home nowhere but within hearing distance of your soft breathing
For I am truly more than in love with you.