within the candle light, lies the wick
who is the center, of her universe
supporting, and loving her no matter the hour
give me space
she screams  
to the wick

the golden goddess dances
in the wind
who comes and goes
as he pleases
and does not promise her
life.

the wick loves her, the flame.
she loves the wind instead,
who abuses her, pushes her around
and puts out
her spark

the golden goddess will proceed to sway with the wind,
never fully letting go of the wick
because somewhere deep inside
she knows
she still
needs
him.

distance.
                     disaster
disadvantaged
                    disfigured
disappointment
                  ­ disconnected
disappearance
                    displacement
dista­nce.

The fear of the final moment
and the battle against the current
I've been swept away without saying goodbye
I've been swept away, I was taken with the tide.

Lost in the rushing sound,
pushed away
restrained down

the terror took over me,
I've been captured by the raging sea

i lied..
i've been lying
to myself
because no matter how hard i try
i ******* love you

allow me
to be closer to you
than anyone ever has

give me your permission
to be the one to love
your diminutive flaws

i promise

that if you let
me be the one

to lie
bare
beneath the covers
with you
that i will
mend
every segment
of your fragile heart

i promise

to never stop hunting
for the minuscule pieces
that fell under the surface


i promise

that no matter how far
you push me
to the edge
i'll hold on

i'm nowhere near
as strong
as you are, my love

but i promise
to be the arms
that will always be
open
to you