He’ll be mine, unconditionally.
Accepting all that he might be.
‘Cause even when we’re far apart,
he’s always right here with me.
Not one thing would make me leave
despite that we’re young and so naive
theres nothing that I do not know
not one thing that I don’t believe
This is real and though it’s new
to say its fleeting is untrue.
My gifts are my words
Asad, they’re all for you.
I hoped that one day
I could write
the things I always wanted
to say to you
and show to you
how much you were to me.
But other poets
stole my words
and in trying to recall them
I oft sound fake
or cheap and young
and thats not how I started.
For there are words
that fly through verse
and hit me in my heart
that call up tears
right to my eyes
and all of mine fall short.
All the things
you are to me
and how I’m with you always
I’ll try my best
and count on them
to say what I can’t manage.
quickly scanned my memory
for something that reminded
me of when i was this thrilled
to be with someone who could
really see how lovely it would
all turn out together.
You did restore my dignity
and proved what this could really be
that moment when you looked at me
I knew that things had changed.
When you and I discovered how
succombing to this love allowed
the other pain to end, and now
there’s reason to believe.
You showed me how to feel again
and all my woes went quiet when
your hand held mine so tight, and then
I knew that I could breathe.
You might not even realize
the things you showed could happen.
The other people had their place,
but this ones overwhelming.
Where are we that we are right here?
Who are you that you love me?
Afraid that we could be so young,
let this be never ending.
But if this all should be short lived,
its important that you knew;
the words we shared were very real
as for me its always you.
The way your voice sounds when it cracks
and how your words they tell me
to think that love was all there was,
things changed the night you met me.
Too comforting and ever close,
your mine, for you its me.
I’ll always stay right here, right now
Please stand right here beside me.
His terrible demise will not be yours.
The years he spent destroying me are mine.
And though I come as damaged fragile goods,
I’ll willingly forget them for our time.
I know you’ll never shatter me like him,
believe I’ll never shut you down like her.
We trust and fall and feel because its right,
in love like this I know we can be sure.
Loss was ever present
but our moment never died.
The years continued moving
but our lives stayed intertwined.
The dark and tortured mindset,
that painful slap of truth,
we stopped but never ended,
for me its always you.
And here we stand together,
while our hands stay far apart.
The things we feel aren’t mentioned,
cause for now we are enough.
I am a home of incongruities.
And while I sit here for the train,
I am unsure if I’m coming or going.
Because I am sure that there is something.
Something else that I am meant to do,
but unfortunately, I can’t tell you what it is.
But I can tell you-
I find most people and things infuriating.
And chances are
I like that homeless man
more then I like you.
I don’t trust you
and I don’t want to hear it.
I get nervous when the cashier hands me change
and NO, you can’t have one of my cigarettes.
This is harder then I thought.
Routine doesn’t sit well with me,
and so I fight it off.
Even though everyday I find myself,
stuck in it.
I have every intention of leaving.
I have every intention of going to figure out
What exactly that thing is I’m supposed to be doing.
But the train is here.
And even though I don’t know
If I’m coming
or if I’m going-
I get on.
Because, really though,
What else is there for me to do?
I love
That your hair
Is shorter in the front
Then in the back but
Only by a little
And I would never tell you that
Because
It would hurt
Your feelings but
I really do
Love it.
