#saviorcomplex

You have an eye for the simple things in life,

the trees, 

the notes people stick on doors,

simple drawings on napkins, 

pretty,colourful streets 

and ancient buildings.

Maybe that’s why you noticed me, 

half dead laying down on a street 

begging for a miracle or a way to end this

and you came as if summoned,

a guardian angel,the streetlight behind you giving you a halo

as if the universe knew and was making a joke.

And then, a shadow of a feeling long forgotten, 

burried so deep in me I had almost forgotten it existed.

A trembling hand reaching out towards me,pulling me in.

“Come here,” you said,voice uncertain yet unafraid, 

“come here you fallen bird, 

come here you blue star. 

I can make something of you.”

You read me like no one else had done before.

You saw the twinkle in my eye and recognised it for what it was, 

a craving to feel something.

A begging to live and not simply survive.

And now I’m this,

someone,a marble,a poem made out of everyone i’ve ever loved.

My central piece,my core,my heart,

is solely yours.

I carved a David solely for your eyes.

No museums will hold my bones.

I don’t need them to keep me, to see me.

I’m not art. 

I’m yours to keep,

to take apart,

to see,

to judge,

to taste.