He is at peace
When she is safe.
Ideally, she'd be with him,
In his warm embrace.
He wants her by his side,
In his arms through the night,
For he fights off the darkness
To protect his dear love's light.
Even when he cannot rest,
He wants to know she's there.
And nothing soothes his aching heart,
Like the sweet scent of her hair.
When he's restless, agitated,
And unable to sleep,
He pulls her tight and feels her breath;
Safe by his side, he'll keep.
A waste of space,
In an empty head.
A blank page,
In a blank schedule.
A lifeless stare,
From broken eyes.
A twisted tongue,
For telling lies.
Why am I here?
A simple thought,
A question,
An answer,
Or, perhaps,
None of the above.
But here I am,
Undeserving of love.
A burden.
A weight on others,
Little but a freeloader,
Nothing but a parasite;
A pest, a bother.
A crash in the night,
A whisper,
A shadow in the light.
Do I belong here?
Or should I
Move on,
To the next place?
So much potential
Wasted by me.
Someone please
Set my soul free.
Can you see the other person inside me?
She's small and fragile and buried deep,
But she's visible sometimes,
In the flash of my eyes.
She's beautiful, full of light and hope,
But that makes her vulnerable,
And so she's hidden inside.
There's another girl, you see.
And if you listen, you'll hear a peep,
But only sometimes;
There will be happy cries.
I have to protect her, if I'm to cope
Because she's so vulnerable,
And I would crumble if she died.
