This I promise

You'll have to excuse my abundance of sappy love poems. Love and and lost love is my favorite thing to write about.

You scold me for wanting what I want.

But I cannot help it.

For my heart yearns for the one I lost long ago.

You scold me because you do not see.

You cannot see the two twin stars that adorn his face.

Nor the smile that can fill a room with it’s light.

All you can is the icy exterior.

The empty hole in his chest where his heart should be.

The bad boy facade he puts up to scare others away.

But I see a light.

A light that has been dimmed by years of hurt and abuse.

A boy who screams for someone to help him escape his prison.

The prison of his own mind.  

The only reason he is hollow is for his protection.

For he has hidden his heart away.

So that never again will he be hurt like he once was.

I see a soul.

Desperately trying to claw themselves up from the fiery depths of hell.

Years he has suffered, the flames licking at his skin threatening to burn him alive.

I see a boy,

That when he finally has time to rest.

he must curl up and cover his ears to keep out the screaming of his demons.

Someone who when they stand in a crowd.

They feel completely alone.

And they can only hear the screaming of their demons.

So you stand here,

Scolding me for caring for someone who is lost.

Someone who pushes other away.

And it makes me wonder…

What would you do if I was lost?

If I tried to push you away?

Would you abandon me like you want me to abandon them?

Would you turn your back on me so easily?

Leave me to battle an army of demons on my own?

If your answer is “No never”

Then why?

Why do you ask me to abandon him?

Why do you ask me to turn my back on him?

Why do you ask me to forget who he once was?

Why do you ask these things of me?

I will not abandon him.

I will not turn my back on him.

I will not forget the boy that he was so long ago.

Because today I look at him.

I look at those big empty eyes.

And that hollow chest.

And I see who he use to be.

He is still in there.

Screaming for someone to let him out.

And I will stay.

I will stay till his eyes twinkle like they once did when we were young.

I will stay till his smile is true and bright.

This I promise.

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[Tony Jordan]

We can't save everyone - I was once told by a mentor.
This is more than sappy love - this is a higher love of humanity written here in a logical yet gentle flow.
If we all had someone who would stand by us like this then the world would have less sad people.