Mr. Poetry

I always been..

She never
made me sleep at night.

I watched her getting
small red spots behind her back.
And I never said a word.
That's mainly because
it was never my
business to meddle with
'personal' or 'privacy'.

I've been in this situation before.
When I point out the real thing,
She lashed out of the blue
and retreated to her room.
Pinky and puffy cheeks,
I had to calm down,
how my chest tightened like
it's been gripped from such an
adorable reaction.
So foolish of me.

I caught her spacing out.
Most times.
It was indeed a platable dish
because it's been a while seeing
she loved eating a good meal.

I was trying not to gawk
but nevertheless, I sat and gape
Oh, you can aswell
stop reading this part
if you think I was a creep.
Becoming a culprit in love
with his victim.

I realized her clumsiness
gone way overboard.
Stumbles over a rock,
almost hit by a car,
usually got pushed over,
Suppose to help
her out but...
She had a hint of
frustration dealing within.

My little darling is mad
at herself,
furious when she forgot
to bring her pads
in such critical time period,
fuming with heat and
swears a lot when things
got out of her control.

I never missed the way
she bit her lip
and the way they trembled
as she let the galaxy of falling
stars escape from her lids.
It was not my intention to release
ocytoxin but my excuse
it happens out of reflex, my dear.

My love,
you don't have to be the prince
in the story.
You don't lift the horses when
they can't stand on their own,
nor purchase an armour to protect
yourself from falling apart when you
insisted it's impossible to have.

I may not seem to care
about anything of that
but I have a set of hands willing
to rebuilt your torn walls
you set up between us,
Carved my heart open
to solve the puzzle of your
missing heart,
tears to share and believe
love can help you recover,
a feet to man up and
say,

" I'm here. If you can't love yourself,
you can always love me. "