SHELTER

A poem about finding safety in someone, despite you being the cause of your own unsafety.

He had dark eyes, Yet they gleamed quite bright
Those eyes...they saw in me so much

Beauty.
Happiness.
Ambition.
Intellect.
Understanding.

Things that my eyes had overlooked.
My mind had neglected and
My heart had dismissed.
Artifacts long forgotten; like an ancient language lost among tongues.

Lyrics of sweet nothings flew from his lips.
They rested on my heart; my soul
In an attempt to incept an ember.
A flickering light to be fed by the hands of solacing words
And blaze into a raging flame.
A fire to incinerate doubt and self-hate.

A cottage for my nostalgia, were his ears.
A feeling that had been detained in the asylum that is my mind.
For years it lay silently maturing, like fine wine
Waiting to invoke a craze.
Oh, how swiftly the horns have been traded for a halo.

Like drawing a straight line using a compass,
It is impossible to slight a being that is so reminiscent of home; safety.

So, I did what any home-less person would have done...

I fucked up and fell in love.