09-23-2021, 09:51 PM
(Admittedly this was a letter for context. I just cut the name)
I wonder what lies
beneath your eyes.
You once said
you wanted something real
but do you?
What's real is messy.
It isn't pretty.
It's a thick fog of smoke
rising through the air
on a sunny day.
It's sludge in the water
as an animal decays.
It's the state of our heart
when we are at our worst
and the thoughts we think
that are darker than the hearse
carrying a person to their grave.
I know you hide away
the darkest secrets
behind the things you say
and the monsters that lie
behind your eyes
might be scarier
than most realize
but I want to touch that darkness,
let it wrap around me
like a boa that has wound
its way around
a person
and is squeezing them to death.
I want to feel the faded light
with my fingertips
as it holds me tight
because what is hidden in the darkness
when brought to light
can bring people closer.
I want you to
bring your fears
to my ears.
Let me taste the poison
on your tongue,
the things that you want to say
but never do
that are held on the tip
and if you tripped,
they'd spill out.
I beg of you,
bring your rage
and engage
in telling me about it
as bitterness oozes from your soul
like thick black tar
because who you are
is far
more intricate
than just love
and peace.
We are war.
We are murder.
We are lust.
We are vengeance.
What's real isn't just a fairytale
that finishes with a happy ending.
What's real is the thing
that we show no one
and even if it may hurt,
I want to know the worst
because I want to heal your soul.
Every person has a shadow
and some identify with the shadow,
even though
they are more than just a shadow.
They are human.
We are human.
You are human.
Entrust to me
what you keep
under lock and key,
what you will never free
as anxiety
eats you alive
and you strive
to keep what you know
from the world.
I will never look down on you.
I will never use what you've told me
to hurt you.
I will never fear you,
forsake you,
hate you,
or break you
because of what you've said.
Instead,
when you rage,
I will take your hand and hold it tight
and let the light
in.
When you fear,
I will whisper in your ear
that everything will be alright.
When your guilt tears you apart,
shredding your heart,
I will remind you
that you are not beyond forgiveness.
I hope this will be our terrace,
where you and I
can find sanctuary
in each other
because my love,
there is not another
who I trust so deeply,
hold so dearly,
and love so freely.
You are me
and I am you.
We are each other
my confidante,
my best friend,
my lover.
To the beautiful Shenandoah river
where my heart longs to be,
I send this this to thee.
Do not forget the Sagan tree.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you,
now and forever.
I wonder what lies
beneath your eyes.
You once said
you wanted something real
but do you?
What's real is messy.
It isn't pretty.
It's a thick fog of smoke
rising through the air
on a sunny day.
It's sludge in the water
as an animal decays.
It's the state of our heart
when we are at our worst
and the thoughts we think
that are darker than the hearse
carrying a person to their grave.
I know you hide away
the darkest secrets
behind the things you say
and the monsters that lie
behind your eyes
might be scarier
than most realize
but I want to touch that darkness,
let it wrap around me
like a boa that has wound
its way around
a person
and is squeezing them to death.
I want to feel the faded light
with my fingertips
as it holds me tight
because what is hidden in the darkness
when brought to light
can bring people closer.
I want you to
bring your fears
to my ears.
Let me taste the poison
on your tongue,
the things that you want to say
but never do
that are held on the tip
and if you tripped,
they'd spill out.
I beg of you,
bring your rage
and engage
in telling me about it
as bitterness oozes from your soul
like thick black tar
because who you are
is far
more intricate
than just love
and peace.
We are war.
We are murder.
We are lust.
We are vengeance.
What's real isn't just a fairytale
that finishes with a happy ending.
What's real is the thing
that we show no one
and even if it may hurt,
I want to know the worst
because I want to heal your soul.
Every person has a shadow
and some identify with the shadow,
even though
they are more than just a shadow.
They are human.
We are human.
You are human.
Entrust to me
what you keep
under lock and key,
what you will never free
as anxiety
eats you alive
and you strive
to keep what you know
from the world.
I will never look down on you.
I will never use what you've told me
to hurt you.
I will never fear you,
forsake you,
hate you,
or break you
because of what you've said.
Instead,
when you rage,
I will take your hand and hold it tight
and let the light
in.
When you fear,
I will whisper in your ear
that everything will be alright.
When your guilt tears you apart,
shredding your heart,
I will remind you
that you are not beyond forgiveness.
I hope this will be our terrace,
where you and I
can find sanctuary
in each other
because my love,
there is not another
who I trust so deeply,
hold so dearly,
and love so freely.
You are me
and I am you.
We are each other
my confidante,
my best friend,
my lover.
To the beautiful Shenandoah river
where my heart longs to be,
I send this this to thee.
Do not forget the Sagan tree.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you,
now and forever.