I learned to fly,
And I wish I had done it easily,
Part of me wishes it was done painlessly,
But I don't generally go for easy,
I don't really do painless.

I found that by ripping memories from myself,
And seeing them without the reds
Of rose-colored glasses,
That they hurt--
And though I bled,
I have found
That I'd rather bleed, I'd rather hurt,
Than see falsehoods within my delusions.

And as much as it astounds
The light of my eyes,
There's a flicker of hope,
A flicker of good,
In the failings of my broken wings,
And though I know you wish to plead and tell me
That my wings were never broken
That I just needed someone to fly with,
I'll have you know
I am aware of my failings
But I am healed enough
That I can fly beside you
And keep up
Almost as well.

But did you know,
Within my heart
The beat will falter,
But with every glance
And every time I am held within your arms,
I get a little stronger,
A little braver,
And for that
I am grateful.

I'm flying beside you,
And nothing has felt more natural
More real.

I am flying beside you,
And I have never felt more alive
And more okay.

Thank you for being the
Closest person
I have ever had
To home.