As he held her—
all of her—
He saw beauty in places
others before him failed to.

And as he touched her
with the most kindest
hands that she had ever
felt before,
he began to become
a part of her—
Part of her existence.
Part of her being.

If his soul,
and his soul only,
could travel through
the vast realm
that she kept within;
home of innumerable
ancient stars
that illuminated
the darkness that plagued
others, herself including.

But their love—
and their love only—
made such possibility
for two lovers
of opposite realms
to bask in their love
for one another.

I was moulded into who I am,
A fake exteriorior, I was a scam,
I ate rugged food like lamb,
Because I am a man.
I am a man,
That's why I take the blame,
For all wrongs, it's the same,
I am the one to hold my head in shame,
Because I am a man.
I hold my tough exterior,
When I feel inferior,
I let the world see I'm a warrior,
And not a worrier.

But

I never felt like a man,
I held myself in bathroom stalls,
Cried myself on bathroom floors,
Like tears of the shores,
which form the beaches.
Of all the strength that I preach,
I could never ever beseech
For help,
Because I am a man.

An outdated notion of man,
Now I look around and know I can,
I no longer hide in bathrooms,
Encasing myself like I'm in tombs,
For when I decay in my own tears,
I leave myself open to the worlds' ears,
I no longer hide to cry,
Because I am a man.

I take the same blame,
Playing the same game,
Not because I'm taught or tamed,
It was because if I didn't fess to it,
So as a man,
It is only natural for me to say
Sorry,
A million times.

I've been selfish.
I've lacked empathy.
I've cleaned my wounds
in the river and tied
my veins into knots.
Smoke rises above
the forest and for a
moment I hear a voice.
Sunlight dips into frame.

Before long, everything
fades and night falls.