Trouble

our souls

04/02/19
3:51am

our souls clashed
your heart was slashed
and my was bashed
so we perfectly mashed
to fit the broken pieces.
you were fucked up
and i was a suck up
so i tried to mend you with jesus
but along the way
i lost my own faith
i couldn't pray
to keep our tears at bay
because those prayers never came through anyway.

you'd grab my chin and lift my face
and look me in the eye
and say
you're the beauty i want to embrace
you're the reason i don't want to die
your reassuring words to replace
the ones others used to make me cry
how others would disgrace
me
for being such a depressed guy.

and then you'd trace
my jaw
with your fingertips
with an effortless grace
your words so raw
as you stared at my lips
but still kept your space.
you'd draw
a poem
on my hips
try to memorize them
as your hands tighten their grip
you'd be cautious not yet to strip
me
of my clothes and purity
you follow every dip
of my body
waiting patiently for the day you could take a sip
of my being
because this angsty young male
had a hard time in believing.
i could barely inhale
with you around
my soul set sail
for the boy with words to astound
i fell in love with the sound
of your breaths
the way your heart would pound
in your chest
you told me all about your attempts at death
but i knew you still being alive was best
your deep thoughts always left me impressed
your poor soul just needed a rest
you, my boy, were not like the rest
you didn't care for getting me undressed
even with my body pressed
against yours
the way you could hold me in the morning at four
when we couldn't sleep
our thoughts in a heap
and our souls craved more