A letter to my future child,
To whom I've been too strict on.

A controlling parent,
You've been locked away since you were born.

The curfews I set,
You see only as burdens.

Screaming that you hate me,
The rules I have,
Keep your heart hurting.

A dress to your ankles,
A tee shirt and some loose fitted jeans.

I'm sorry baby girl,
The world ain't as safe as it seems.

It shouldn't be this way,
It is what it is.

But i ******* refuse to find your corpse in a ditch,
Hogtied,
Clothes gone,
That type of ****.

You'd never see me on the news,
Crying saying "baby I miss you".

I'd destroy my life day by day to get yours back,
That's the issue.

Loved,
Safe,
Protected.

These are the things you find yourself "trapped" in?

Just listen,
My heart would break.
My soul would fracture.
I'd lose myself,
If I ever had to find you with pale skin.

Not an artist in the slightest,
But I'll pick up my brush.

Every bristle perfectly dipped,
Strokes ever gentle and patient.

My wrist flicks in a perfect rhythm,
Seamlessly blending your colour.

For you,
I do the impossible.

I'll paint the sky golden,
Because you deserve anything other than ordinary.


- Tré

I'll rearrange the stars,
Write your name among constellations.

I'll govern you a galaxy,
Colours beyond any spectrum.

I'll set off dying stars like fireworks,
Your eyes shine brighter than any nebula.

I'll smith you a corona,
A crown fit for you alone.

I'll chip away at the moon,
Until the shape resembles your smile.

To me,
You're more beautiful than space.

So let me make space,
Beautifully you.

-Tré

Itching and scratching,
I crave your touch.

Minds but a jumble of thoughts,
Your soft voice calms me.

I gasp for air,
Only you would share your breath.

All food became bland,
Ever since I acquired your taste.

Overthinking,
Drenched with sweat.
Hyperventilating.
Without you,
I'm burdened with stress.

Nicotine doesn't do it for me,
Ever since I became addicted to you.

A simple transaction,
Let's do business.

A heart,
For a heart.
Fragments of souls,
Let's trade shards.

My old memories,
Burn them like polaroids.
Replace them with digitalised images of you.

Take my watch,
All of my time is yours.
Look at me,
Exchange our glances.

What of those three words?
Are they too expensive to be said?

An armoury,
A bank.
Even an old homestead.

I'd rob any,
To afford saying them to you.

Lost among the many versions of myself,
The ones I created for you.

The versions you asked for,
You begged and you pleaded.

The more that i multiply,
My sense of self is depleted.

You crave more,
Already sick of who I was yesterday.

I guess I'll forget who I am once more,
Maybe this time it'll be okay.

You know that I'll lose me,
Just so you can stay.

I want to shape my car,
Like the rim of a bottle.

Around a tree,
As the cork.

I need to open up to you,
But it's so hard to talk.

With both of our clothes,
Strung on the floor.

It's only when we ****,
And I call you a *****.

Do you ask,
"Can you please talk some more?"