I saw the God in Him, He saw the universe in me But I still carry a bit of baggage. There’s still a bit of baggage I stood on the other side, a shadowed man, Ravaged by life, scarred by its hand. I asked of you, a question so bold, How do you promise, when hearts grow cold? If I let my guard fall, my fortress unwind, And offer a spark from this flame of mine, How do I know you won’t leave me bare, Extinguished, alone, gasping for air? For I’ve rebuilt myself, time and again, From ashes to fire, through anguish and pain. If you take my spark and weave it with yours, Will you stay when the storm comes and roars? How do you vow to not break my frame, To not leave me smoldering, void of flame? For I am a man, once whole, once bright, Seeking a promise in love’s fragile light.
Give Me Love It is not something I long for I tell this to myself every night This mantra and vow, I have kept Resolute and unwavering, I would hold out I live and breathe as the rest without it And so, I do not need it. Yes, my nights are lonely and sometimes sad I dive into fantasy and drown out my thoughts in fiction I live out hours and even years in the shoes of my favourite characters I bring them to life in my mind and bask in the love they feel for each other Even if for a moment, to me, It is real. If fantasy and fiction can give it to me That is enough. In reality, I do not need it. And yet the feeling of warmth, comfort, and belonging that I desire persists It gnaws at me just before I sleep It runs rampant in my mind and rampages through my heart I feel the absence of the very thing I wish to deny It is a void, deep and immeasurable. It does not look back It establishes its presence and dominance even as I am without it The s