Your skin scintillated like a moist
And delicately sugared pineapple cake
Your eyes like the color of hazel window curtains
Pulled back on a sunny afternoon

Your lips reminded me of sweet pink bubblegum
Glued to my tongue, like an exotically sparkling seashell
Silky-smooth like touching a huge chocolate marble table

Your body was wildly engrossing as riding a high-speed,
Exhilarating rollercoaster, your chest artistically molded
As a wonderfully compelling sculpture displayed in an art museum

It's 2am, staring at the stars,
Spread so bright
A reminder that in the beautiful night l am not alone
Thoughts scattered in my head
Emotions too confused to fit in one poem
I am tired but what exhaust me still keeps me awake

Of the 7846,000,000 people
Breathing on this boundless planet
Forcing hearts in homes and gripping life between decaying bones

You are the only things
I am convinced are made of
Every single commendable capability, crammed between honour and stability
Every good intention, of every promise that was meant to be kept
Regardless of whether they were ours to try and keep

You were crafted with the courage of lions
And I’ll never tire of preying on the poachers long before they dare come traipsing through our territories

You love with the ferocity of fire and on the days you fear there’s more smoke than flames and worry the pain may stamp you out, I’ll strike a match on the walls of my heart til we blaze our own trail out the dark

I love you with the loyalty of lightning and it’s devotion to the thunder that echoes between

I’m not one for holding grudges  but I will never forgive the thoughts in your mind for convincing you that somewhere amongst all of the magic that is you, that it is not enough
As if enough has to be earned
As though you need to apologise for the faults that simply make you human and flaws that make you, you
As though you need to be ashamed of the history that formed you and the memories that sowed scars into our skin

I am sorry for the people who tried to convince us our best wasn’t good enough
It was never anything less

I am sorry for the people that laid land mines in our skull and made us believe that heads full of dreams
Really did have nowhere to go
Little did they know.

We are worriers and we are warriors.

So when the self doubt storms you, and your insecurities swarm you
And your anxieties wear you thin
Don’t forget about the armour and ammunition we were born with
Buried deep within

If our hearts do build homes within bones. You are always welcome home to me. ♥️