I am indebted to you …
I am honored by this relentless assault,
One that had creeped into my reality,
The realization, that I may not be absolved,
Even though I am not what I used to be.
That once brash, rough and tumble individual
The one who had no cares for your well being
He is sorry his words were paralytical,
And back then his humility was fleeting—
But absolution is a tireless path to tread,
To release one from their elocution of pleasantries
I never meant to make you feel Lilliputian instead,
I will hone my honesties for harmony.
It is more a detriment to you if I lie,
And for that I am sorry, I am so sorry
Clemency is a remnant I cannot hope to buy,
Though honesty sometimes hurts, it is our story.
An epic saga of mistakes and makeups,
Of blunders and successes that define us
Not some trivial heartbreaks and hiccups,
But the wonders we create that aligned us.
And I am grateful for this story we engaged in,
How each line writes itself so naturally.
When we started there were these empty pages,
And we didn’t know if they would be filled with apathy,
…Or if our chemicals would coalesce,
under the umbrella of love so fervent.
But soon the ghost writer of our story progressed,
And we knew we were splinter-proof, emergent.
Nothing could stop us, an unquenchable flame,
Sometimes flickering through the night, sometimes raging
But nonetheless, unfaltering, white hot, and untamed,
Like the moment I caught your eyes participating—
And I feel your heart pacing, my hand on your chest,
My pulse racing, I am thankful for our beginnings.
I am indebted to you, because you demanded my best
Forever am I in our debt, because you were willing,—
Because you saw me for what I could be,
The person that wore his heart on his shoulder
The caged man you saw and wanted to set free
I will earn this flame we will share as one owner.