Your exalt may be intimidating,
But I still want you.
I still want to know your mind.
I want to know the simple breaths
That so slowly escape your lungs
As we walk down a cold road,
Hand in hand - our feet
Gently hitting the pavement
In a synchronizing melody.
I don't care if you are above me,
Because you are a benevolent man.
You don't care if I'm low
And completely broken,
Because you see something beyond
My furrowed brows and
Sunken cheeks, which are tired
And empty, like my fragile heart.