#devotion poetry

i want to be closer to him

i want to combine our souls

i want to be with him for a moment longer

i want to see the sparkle in his eyes

i was raised seeing teeth

i was raised knowing only the sharpness of words and what not to do

i was raised in a place where love was hard and cold

i was raised seeing onto teeth

i find comfort in the idea of a meal

i find comfort in the idea of yelling

i find comfort in the idea of starving

i find comfort in the idea of whispering

i find comfort in the idea of consuming

i find comfort in the idea of shouting

i find comfort in the light of red stop signs and cross walks

i find comfort in the shimmering clouds on an orange sunset

i find comfort in the sourness and bitterness of a yellow lemon

i find comfort in the swaying of the green trees and the soft grass

i find comfort in the depths of the blue dark nights and early mornings

i find comfort in the royal purples keeping me safe while in deep sleep

do you think he understands that?

could he understand how complex i am?

do you think i could explain it to him?

could he believe in wait i’m saying?

i cannot show him my heart

i cannot show him my brain

i cannot let him open me up

i cannot let him be bloodied by my selfishness

i don’t want to see his teeth

i don’t want to see his sharp words

i don’t want to see his love become hard and cold

i don’t want to see his teeth

i can show him the comfort of

spending a night out under the light of red stop signs or the cross walks

being on a roof and seeing the sun set fading to beautiful colours

sitting on a counter and sinking our teeth into a sour and bitter yellow lemon

laying in a field watching the trees sway and feeling the soft grass

looking up at the night sky and seeing the dark blue sky and see it all till morning

enjoying a nice afternoon nap in a royal purple comforter

i think he understands

i think he knows how complex i am

i think i can explain it to him

i think he believes in what i’m saying

i know he understands

i know he knows how complex i am

i know he could explain it back to me

i know he believes in what i’m saying

i’d let him devour me

for our souls to touch

for our time spent together to mean more

for it all to mean something

i’d let him comfort me

under stop signs and over crosswalks

over a sour bitter lemon

under a deep blue night sky

i’d let him know me

in royal purple sheets

and on soft beds of grass

under the beauty of an orange sunset

i’d let him understand my teeth

i’d let him know my sharp words

i’d let him explain how i am cold and hard

i’d let him believe i was raised with sharp teeth

and he’d love me just the same

and he’d show me his teeth

and we will know no difference

there is no harm in sharp words

as long as we can complement each other and know it’s true

he’d understand my cold and hard edges

and he’d show me his

there is no harm in cold hard edges

as long as we know where the soft warm parts are

he’d show me his sharp teeth

and we will know no difference

as long as we don’t bite

he won’t devour me

i don’t need him to devour me

i don’t want to devour him

i don’t want him to devour me

i don’t need to devour him

when i was younger my parents taught me the way to love is through a mans stomach

yet they did not love each other

they had teeth

they had sharp words

they had cold and hard edges

they had sharp teeth

i will not be like them

i do not need him to devour me

because that is not love

i don’t need him to devour me

because that is hunger

because that is teeth

because that is sharp words

because that is cold and hard edges

because that is sharp teeth

i love him

and he loves me

that’s all that matters

devotion does not equate to devouring

i devote myself to him in every ways i can

and if that means he will devour me

then so be it

as long as i am loved