how I love to write
I love the ability to paint
rainbows over a dark desecrated canvas
to be able
to weave
to feel
all the love
the good things
things from above
and it pours from me
drops from my fingers
keyboard digit love
the place where soul
becomes recorded
muse
oh muse of mine
my fine
fine muse
tissues not issues right?
and boy can it flow
you didn't run
didn't go
the first time
I have had company
did it make sense
emotional literacy?
id normally run
far from an audience
and fight alone
with in my face discordance
but it seemed I valued you
being there
and as it happened
I didn't even think to care
but you cared
cared enough to stay
and that's an emotional price
for love to pay
did you see ugly?
did you see rage?
did you see the other side of this page?
you saw all of my darkness
just all of it there
did you see
a wounded child
inside of me?
and back at my birthday
do you understand now?
was not about him
not about him one bit
about my feelings igniting
with chastisement were lit
a fire that strong
can only cause damage
so I don't really cope
on the whole I just manage
but this time is different
because you stayed near
helped me face my terrors
stand up to fear
I don't know what im doing
but im doing it well
want to grow to the light
not dwell
and I can feel you
in this house right here
even if you're on a road trip
living life
youre still here
for you have blessed me
with security
within my heart
and I don't care about anyone else
but in a relationship
that's a fucking good start
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