Your ******* became my freedom
My freedom, your *******
How do we make it in this cruel world, my love?
Side by side we’ve always stood
Moving from this esteemed position
I plan not to do
Change is inevitable, as it has been foretold
Your soul is beautiful
Scars, bruises, tears, and all
I look far deeper than you realize
You see far deeper than I would like to admit
I’ll drop my double-standard
If you drop your self-loathing
Sound like a deal?
I rest my scars in your hand
Not because they are your fault
But because you cared enough
I take responsibility for those nights
Not because they were my fault
But because I care for you so deeply
Lovers, we are not to each other
Soul mates and renegades, we’ve become