You thrive over your ironic nature, your one true joy.
You find humor in others' misery.
The oppressor of the oppressed,
The killer of dreams unborn.

But did nature provide you with the biggest irony of them all?
For I am you and you are I.
And in my reflection I see the look in my eyes, in the eyes that are yours.

Repulsed by my own true self, I live in disguise.
For life in this masquerade is more bearable than the veracity beneath the masks .
More can be endured knowing that a disguise can fool the rest.

Yet you are never the fool, are you?
No, because where you stand is always the best for everyone,
and where the rest of us are is simple foolishness.
If it is not your bright opinion,
it is imprudent, it is brainless, it is deceitful.
Because clearly the world is too dense to survive against the mind that is yours.

In plain sight, you are the man that gives his all to provide for the rest.
Beneath it all, when the masks are stripped from the distressed,
all there is, is anguish in the dreams that never saw the light of day.
You killed it all.

So enjoy your triumph, you finally prevailed.
While the rest of us try to pull together whatever dignity lies behind the strangers,
and move past your loving paternal ways.

It was an early Spring afternoon when the rain was trickling down my cheek.
And then I realized, I was unaware of the last time I saw the rain.

I felt its warmth, its peace, its romantic disposition.
As if I had missed so much time, and I was unsure of where it all went.
But this was not like the rain I once knew.

I walked under the dark clouds, alone through an empty field,
with just one small ray of sunshine guiding me to the unfamiliar.
And when the field came to,
I did not feel any trepidation. I felt I had been brought to shelter.
The beauty that exposed itself to me, as if I would never be of harm,
it was so delicate. It trusted me to care for its vivacity.

And in that moment, I knew. There was a reason I could not distinguish the rain.
It cascaded itself over me as if it was my own sanctuary.
And it was. Because I had been here many times before.
Except before, the rain was not my safety, it was my dejection.
I had not felt this rain because in times they were tears,
now simply a shower of rejuvenation. Transpiring itself into a new dream.

The best part? I could not tell you.
Its abrupt ending woke me, and I was lying next to you.
And I swore I had dreamt of this moment, too.
The subconscious designs its own form of perfection, and you,
You are mine.

I fought a long war before you saw my victorious nature.
I fought the tough battles, some easier than others, some more vile than could be conceived.
I mended the wounds, and I replaced the bandages time after time.
I survived the countless challenges, but still found no meaning in the brutality.

I could not understand the merciless disposition.
For it all hurt as much as the one before it.
The cuts infecting the wounds that never were truly restored.
There was no time to heal, for this war found no end.
The battles were never won, just gruesome disputes to forget in time.

But I never forget.

There was no peace and no common ground.
I am the enemy, and the others lived maliciously.
I lived with no ally. I lived with no hope.
I am the less fortunate in the fighting world. The minority amongst the strengths.
There were days I woke with fear, days I woke in despair.
Nights I lost my ability to control, and nights I had no influence of my surroundings.
I have been a slave under the dictatorship of many.
And never did I feel safe. Never did I feel as if I was my own fighter.
And the morning it was all taken from me, the morning I almost lost it all,
I vowed to win the battles, I vowed to win the war.
The fight towards the better life, the fight for freedom, the fight for an ally.
The fight to the triumph that you needed to see inside of me.

For you are my true ally, and together with such vigor,
we will diminish the wreckage in our way. And we will win it all.
You and I against the world.

To my savior,
the one who extracted me from the water
as I was drowning in a pool of misery,
And granted me the reminder that life still exists, and its beauty is not too far gone,
even as the feeling of death held its firm grasp around my heart.

My savior, who showed me my reflection from over the desolate water,
reminding me that I have been good all along.

Hardly any time has passed since I felt my veins flowing a thick blackness through my heart's chambers.
But now I bleed out all of the pain.
And I watch as the darkness turns to its natural state,
As the rest of the obscurities all just seem to disappear into the shadows,
interchanging themselves with a profound brightness.

I can see the illuminating sun reflecting off of the clear ocean,
away from the confinement of misery.
Its radiance gives me this warmth, this tenderness.
I lay my head back and close my eyes to take it all in.
And when I open them I see you, a glowing light around you as you walk my way.
And all I can hear is my heart beat faster, drowning out the sounds of the water,
drowning out what misery ever transpired.

I find comfort in the flow of the pulsation.
No longer so bleak, but vermilion.

Nearly days have passed, yet it feels nearer to a lifetime.
Time has no meaning in your presence, for it is never wasted and cannot be measured.
And so your absence leaves distress within my heart.
Hours pass by, mocking me with their lethargic ways,
each second lingering more than the one before it.
They leave me restless, as I await the next moment I see you.
Because missing you is not simply just being without you.

I miss you as the moon and the stars miss the night sky,
and the flowers miss the Spring.

I miss you like the morning misses the dew,
and dreams miss the depth of a subconscious mind.

I miss you in more ways than the world can miss its existence.
But nothing will ever compare while time is in progression.

For time is now my greatest enemy,
and I invite its effortless defeat.
The moment your eyes meet mine,
and it stops directly in its ongoing path of sorrow.

Do you see it in my eyes?
Do you sense this feeling?
Do you feel how every time I look at you, it all gets a little lighter?
The world around us becomes weightless,
And the only thing holding it down is this weight inside of me.
This weight that makes me feel like I'm getting a little bit higher,
and changing the laws of nature.

Nothing can exist in this space and time.
Nothing can ever be beautiful enough to survive against it.

Yet here we are,
Once two worlds apart, now colliding into this lawless splendor.
Losing the sense of reality,
Yet living with absolute clarity.

Because nature in anarchy creates this passion.
This vibrant world,
Where we are the only ones who can find meaning in senselessness.

I remember the first time I saw you.
The image still lingers in my dreams.
The late summer sun radiating off your face,
your beautiful brown eyes captivating my entirety with such force.

I remember the first time I spoke to you,
My legs quivering in fear, and you were oblivious to my infatuation.

I remember the first time I kissed you,
The small sound you made, the smile on your face,
And you were unaware how much I longed for that moment to last.

I remember the first time you realized my heart was yours for the taking.
You told me I was brave, and I laughed in silence at my own terror.

I remember the first time I realized I love you.
I remember the exact moment.
I took hold of you, and kissed you like I never had before,
because I knew nothing could ever feel better than that precise moment.
And I let the memory prolong itself until I could see you again.
And as I watched the mountains roll by, alone, and lost,
I never lost sight of you. I never lost the image of your smile,
the sound of your voice, the feel of your touch.
The hope you made me feel. The safety, the fearlessness.
Because with you, I am never lost.
I am simply on a never ending road with a love so strong,
That I will never lose my way again.