#rynted

On the decades old grand piano

Keys slightly off but it’s that soprano

That keeps parishioners swaying

To that sweet old song

With ancient melodies going strong

You’ve ran the streets forever straying

Where from know one knows

Sealed, tight lipped, always closed

Off never saying

You’ve come seeking redemption

From past sins you have a new perception

Drop to your knees and get to praying

Your body is this

It’s the only one to offer forgiveness

Welcome to your temple

No, none of it is accidental

There’s no deity it’s that simple

It’s up to you to dissemble

Pour your sins, it’s okay if you tremble

It’s okay to be vulnerable

It’s okay, you are monumental

And you know the darkness in your nights

You know the brightness of your sunlight

Not some god

With an unseen fatherly facade

Your body is your only sanctuary

Find home in yourself, it’s not your adversary.

If I could go anywhere,

I'd visit your mind.

I'd have small talk with your demons and kiss your dreams.

I'd have dinner with your memories, indulge in the sweet desserts of your happy thoughts.

If I could go anywhere,

I'd tour the monuments of your heart and take pictures with your seven wonders

just to send you a "wish you were here" card

so that you could see everything I love about you too.

Anywhere,

anywhere at all,

as long as I'm with you.

Was I worth making sure

The knife was clean before

You stabbed me knowing there’s no cure

For this infectious disease you’ve left me

You’ve mixed betrayal with a still beating heart

Yet the hardest part

Is that you don’t even understand

Cannot comprehend

The type of poison you’ve fed me

My body aches

My chest pulls in every which way

My lungs suffocate

On the bullshit you say

My legs crumble beneath me

Tired of running already

My eyes swell red in defeat

If I knew what I know now, we’d never meet

I mean

My soul knows that I will survive you

But my body feels a pain Déjà vu

Kinda like when he walked away too

Maybe that’s why I’ve developed a habit badly

Of calling you daddy..

Somber moonlight

Creeps under my covers,

Drapes over porcelain

Whispers me sweet nothings

Of almost lovers

Reminding me

Nights I wept salty seas

In vain attempts

To feed it’s need

To create waves

With my heartbreak

Control the tides

With the unworthiness

I’d try to hide.

It asks so kindly

For me to once again

Relive these tragedies

To be empty,

But I’m different than

I was then..

Now,

My person

Sleeps silently,

Closely

Head over heels

With the reality

That is

Who I’m meant to be.

He sees my baggage

And finds ways

To distribute the load;

We can carry it equally.

He saw my angst

And gave me a reason

To live happily.

I am

Happy.

Dear Moon,

I have nothing left

For you.