knightposting

take me out into the garden and bury me with the budding flowers so you will be reminded of me every coming spring

an eye for an eye in the sense that you will always be a part of me ( and i hope , perhaps foolishly , that i will always be a part of you )

you are not mine , yet i am all yours . . . shall we level the playing field , my lord ?

i can never stay mad at you . you may view me only as a knight , but i am devoted to you as if you were my god .

you hold me with half the strength that i have held you . am i still imagining your love , my lord ? my arms are cold though i am still in your embrace .

there is a gaping hole in my chest ; it is just big enough for you to fit .

loving you like a puppy trailing six steps behind . my loyalty to you transcends mind and body , you mystical thing .

for once i want to rest my callused hands . cup my cheeks with your soft palms and tell me sweet things . card your fingers through my hair and sing me to sleep .

and if the stars had aligned differently , perhaps i would have been born the prince . would my knights bow to me like i do you ?

stolen glances and words left unsaid , am i imagining these things ?

in the barracks , i sleep on my beaten cot and wonder what it feels like to hold my lord .

no matter how hard the fall , i must get back on my feet . for my lord .

nothing more fulfilling than a spar below moonlight ; silver swords clashing , i let you win ( i will never tell )