ive always told myself "i can do this on my own."
i can draw the blade and pierce it through the ones in my way.
i can watch their blood pool beneath my feet, and feel no remorse.

but my hands are stained crimson and there are tears in my eyes.
my hands search, not for a blade but, for you.

i do not want to stain your clothes with my past,
but i need you like the air i breathe.

i cannot fight alone.

If, you get no gifts?
Or a gift to give.
Give them your love.
It free and more remembered.

If you have that it's the better present to have.

If you wish for something?
And fail to materialize.
Give them your love.
It will be the greatest surprise.

God gifted us with the greatest gift.
And it been many, many decades since.
And that present represented throughout the universe.

So, give them your love.
Because it's the best present to have.
It's loving.
It's caring.
It's unselfish and free.

And if accepted freely it make many, many happier.

The day we met, my world folded in on itself,

Jasmine wilting in my hair, petals falling like warnings.

You held me like a lifeline, but the ground still opened,

Swallowing me whole before I could learn your name.

Now I want you gone, not just from my skin,

But from the archive of my grief,

Erased from the map of my heart, its borders sealed.