Healing, so complicated and never final
I dance freely in the wind, forgetting
When suddenly that painful scar rips open
I am ****** into past regrets and old wounds
Remembering you...
Reunited with square one

He knows me like a family home,
And in the dark knows where to go,
Can find the switches without sight,
For times he thinks I need the light

Smiling towards the crooked walls,
He admits, it doesn't have it all,
The roof leaks and pipes creek
The foundations, well at best they're weak

He often senses, the electricity I feel
But says faulty wires are no big deal
He loves his home
And his love shall heal

If that doesn't work and power goes out,
He could never stop to scream and shout,
He always finds that switch once more,
To shed the light, like the times before

I was once good at goodbyes,
They were a convenient temporary end,
To a greeting or awkward social communication

Now that I have experienced, how truly permanent goodbyes can be,
They are not easy, but terrifying and I am now bad at goodbyes

I laid broken pieces of myself, in front of him,
Deciding to dance into the unknown, go out on a limb,
Expecting a scowl, or vile laughter,
I braced myself, for the foreboding disaster

Yet angelically he stood, with patience to share,
With my heart in his hands, he was truly aware,
Deciding to heal me, he reached for my soul,
Healing the pain, I had hidden from all

Because he granted me wings, a priceless heavenly gift...

His emotional signature, lives within each feather, as an effervescent spark everlasting.

His exuberant energy, my wild companion, as I soar to sun and sky, stretching my imagination.

Lend me your heart,
So I can spend time,
Learning its stories,
And telling it mine

I shall fill it with love,
And give it protection
Show it to those,
Who don't have bad intentions

I will lend it to hope,
Who shall lend it faith,
It shall build dreams,
And wonderful taste

And I will return it,
Mostly... you see,
I got attached and
Saved a small piece for me

There is a war within my head,
I stay in one spot,
Hoping the voices will go away,
Wanting them to stop fighting
It's deafening