I drop my inhibitions and my pride
Sink into the satin bedcover and
Feel him smooth down my hair
As I start to cry
Tears dropping from my eyes
The music crashes over us
As he wipes away my wet tears
With his smooth finger
As he watches me,
My silent, not-so-strong protector.
He holds my hands and closes his eyes
As the room fades away
As the music crashes over us
As we have our own symphony of feelings
His silent promise
To a broken down and beaten girl
Who depends on his promises
He depends on me, on my understanding
He stands and takes my hand
His skin smooth against mine
The music drops
Pulls me up and wraps his arms around me
The citrusy scent of his hair
Enveloping me
As we slow dance, his body against mine,
Two imperfect misfits
To a heavy metal song,
The guitars and singer
Screaming
As the drums pound
We dance a waltz,
His arms tightening
His body tense
As the music
Rises to a perfect chaos
As he fades away
He smiles and says
“You’ll be fine
I promise.”
As I wake up.
I walk into the next room.
He is there.
My angel unperfected,
My so called fallen angel.
AN: In 2008, I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia. I have a ''voice'' in my head named Dante, and this poem's for him/about him.
