I think I loved the idea of you more than the truth—
A soft echo of someone who could cradle my pain
Because I thought broken things recognized each other,
That your scars might speak to mine in silent refrain.

I gravitated to your shadows,
Hoping you'd find comfort in mine.
You spoke in riddles of a past laced with sorrow,
So I imagined your touch would be kind—
Calloused, yes, but careful.
Hurt, but healing.
Damaged, but desiring redemption.

At first, you seemed gentle—
Your eyes held the tremble of haunted things,
And I, foolish, took your trembling for tenderness.
But your gentleness was only armor,
Polished just enough to dazzle my wounds.

Soon, I learned the tale was not Beauty and the Beast,
But tragedy staged under flickering torchlight.
I was no saving grace—
And you?
You were not a beast longing to be loved,
But a man armed with Macbeth’s sword,
Dripping guilt and ghost-drenched rage.

I stood like a castle crumbling at the gate,
Frantically calling for a prince who had long since fled.
I looked for the boy in your stories,
The soft one beneath the blood and bone—
But he was a phantom,
A lullaby sung to silence suspicion.

And I?
I was a soldier clinging to a war that had ended
Long before I arrived.

You gave me a kiss that felt like safety
But left me bruised with echo.
You gave me gold—but it crumbled to dust
The moment I touched it with truth.

So now I stand here,
Blowing kisses to a wall
That never kissed me back.

I lie here still
Waiting for me to meet me
Where I am sat

I lie here hallow
Losing hope for what can full this gaping hole
I am told that, that should be me
But how do I do that
When I don't believe it

I lie here still, defeated

I tried to protect myself from your embrace
But that is where I found a safe place
A touch, a hold that felt secure
A grasp that washed parts of me that felt insecure

A rasp that spoke life to my core
A company that wasn't full of greed or wanted more
A companion that gave meaning to equally yoked
A peace that felt genuine, not tampered or provoked

You gave me a healing that I never knew existed
But unfortunately the rain has come and now you have exited
You showed me a fondness that meant more than bliss
However this is where our path ends, bitter and sweet

My souls embrace
I cannot wait to meet you.
I hope you know—a love like no other awaits you.
A love that does not seek, nor count the wrongs you do;
A love that may be broken, yet always stays true.

My Soul’s Compass
Rejoice in a love that is selfless,
A love that longs to serve you, tireless.
A heart that will be all you need—your steady vice,
A faithful force, through fire and ice.

Oh, find me, my love—
I await you.

Beware of the man who lies awake,
The man who quietly observes.
Secretly stalks and takes claim of breaths,
His steps like feathers fluttering to the earth.

Beware of the woman who lies awake,
The woman who clutches onto resentment.
Anger is her daily bread—
Her blade strikes deeper than her words.

Beware of the child who lies awake,
Who takes with greed, then flees away.
Where sin and schemes will be their guide,
A path they'll tread with no dismay.

Beware the dangers that lurk at night,
For shadows stir when night takes hold.
They spread their wings, take silent flight,
And leave behind a tale untold.