Remember when you were bad?
All the little misconceptions choked you up
That buried voice drinking dirt like wine
Drunk on the idea of dying
Waiting to meet chaos
And embodying it to abate fear.
There was a place inside
Small and forgotten
Quiescent in the wake of ignorance
Begging to be remembered.
You took me there and I saw your heart
That pincushion of criticism
Each arbitrary comment allowed residency
For as long as being a victim brought intimacy.
When your walls crumbled
I was there.
Holding that shattered soul together
Showing you its power
And though you cast me aside in disbelief
I could not let you go.
I’ve watched you wither under the weight of the world
But you stand supported by it
So trust. Faith is no delusion but self-determination.
I too have a rusted spirit.
Let life cleanse it.
I miss you