I watched you as you were forced to walk away, knowing that I was the cause for your emotional decay. Even though I had shown you a life filled with nothing but dismay, I knew you would return, so we could be together until the end of days. Not in the distant future, or for months to come, but I had known, all along, that you were always my only one. As I burnt my candle on both ends, watched the leaves change colour, and lost friends; I came to realize that the grass is never greener on the other side. You were always my pride, my joy; the only one with whom I could be coy. I gave you my world only to keep taking it back, as I fell off track of the path that would lead to my salvation. Much to my frustration, I sought others to replace the void that I had created by pushing you away, only to be led astray. Now you have reemerged to save the day once again, heard my cries of defeat and saved me from my life's toxic cocaine, I can breathe once more, no longer feel the need to take heed and be the object of another's affection. You are the direction in which I pray, the pillow on which I lay. My shelter throughout the storm as yours are the arms that keep me warm. In your absence, I prayed for God above to make me strong, tried to convince myself that my decision was not wrong. I can no longer inflict pain on the one that I love, I have to rise above and turn our house into a home. I will decorate it with adoration, as I paint the walls with our trust. My life will once again be a celebration, no longer the outcome of another's lust. I am wiser now, as I learn the lessons that I must, no longer filled with sorrow, or covered in disgust. I can be the man you know I am from now until the end, just as long as you promise to support me and never condescend. At times, my inner child will want to come out and play, please treat him with kindness as he gets upset when he cannot have his way. Ultimately, you are the one that fills my heart with cheer, like laying by the fire and ringing in the new year. We will grow together now, until we are old and gray; my last breath will escape peacefully, as those three words not uttered enough will be the last that I will say.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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