Him!

Him!

A Poem by FaeryQueen
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With unseeing eyes, you peel off our skins' and collectively, they all make us who we are,
We are all hard hearted and thick skinned, therefore,
We all are, because you say so, because of your actions, but, unknowingly, 
"She's too emotional, she gets that from you!",
"Oh, and you're too hot headed, guess that means you get it from him too!"
We are both the same, but in moments of indirect involvement with the heart, we lose sight of that,
Plus, none of this matters, everything we are, is in paid due to them,
We are taught that we are nothing without them, that we were "seeds in a black earth; grown from the satchel of God, and he, weilding his power, struck fountainous youth in us, and ever more we are in his debt",
We are slaves to God, not them, not anyone but our Creator, still, they are stubborn, they never learn, and I will never learn how to organize my thought neatly, as I do all my other chores.

But, listen baby, I am nothing really, that: the line, "...I am nothing really...", should be my staple, write it in calligraphy, engrave it on my tombstone,
Nay, listen here,
There is nothing wrong with love, only the way you see of it, there are hearts filled to the brim with rotted away flesh and decaying corpses, each one desperate to catch a glimpse of a true matter, a true cause, one true happiness that makes their smiles all go to waste, falsified and beyond repair, already made by countless meaningless affairs so woefully dealt with,

I am the Light, I can guide you, I can help you,
But I am contained, "FRAGILE" reads the label,
"SHELTERED"
"HELP NEEDED"
Someone to talk to, to listen to, someone to care for, someone to hold when all is cold and lost, someone to trust, someone to have faith in, someone to hope, soeone to dream, to laugh, to wander and wonder, to run, walk, crawl, cry,
I desire all that can be attained only with the eyes of Dreamers, Wanderers, Poets, Thinkers...

I desire him- you!

I know I fall in too much, I'm in over my head a lot of the times, but... you.
I've waited my whole entire life... for you.
Someone that believes in me and has faith in a world of ruin, someone that can actually speak to animals and knows the wind and her secrets, someone that has a sense of reality, in a way that they dont,
Someone like you.

© 2018 FaeryQueen


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Added on September 9, 2018
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