I. Trust
Dom.
You asked me if I trust you.
And without a second thought
I replied 'yes',
I looked into your eyes and
watched you, live on Skype call.
Undress.
I wish literally. Yet it was metaphorically.
Your actions, your personality,
Your gestures and your kindness.
I found hope in your heart, our hearts and
our entwined souls.
Through my rose tinted
Blindness.
II. Pain
You cut such an impressive figure
Standing large in my life
I look up at you
And I feel myself shrink back
The way a child does
When quieted by someone with power
I stand my ground
I keep my head held high
I give off the impression
That you and I are on level ground
That we see eye to eye
We are equals and, I am strong
Am I strong enough to let you take the lead?
I fall in step behind you
Walking on the faith of another
But as I walk, I falter
And I give myself away
There's such a struggle inside me
A traumatized child looks at you, through my eyes
Who so wants to trust you
Who wants you to be the one
That finally rescues him
But that's not your role..
This child that seeks to be rescued
Never will be
You won't fight the demons
That have bruised his innocence
So teach me how to hold him
This child that won't grow up
He got lost inside the storms
The demons hold him captive still
He resonates through me
Jarring my steps as I try to follow
Why should we trust you
When you won't kill the demons?
You say I'm the only one
Who can rescue my own heart
