The fair is full of nostalgia
Once a ride for the company of friends
Turned to an anniversary of neon
I beat you at mini golf
You put up a fight
And didn't want to drive home
To another state
Where we probably wouldn't have worked out
You stayed
After you threw me onto the bed
Your lips met my thighs
And your touch made me shutter
I still remember
The first time
You said you loved me
I still remember
The best nights of my life
In Orlando we ran
Hiding from responsibility
For your birthday
I bought you a katana
I called you Bishido
I called you My Lion
My King of August
Marijuana and cigarettes
Filled our lungs on green lit porches
To sweat rolled nights
Blowing money on our twenties
But it was alright
I was chaos
You were the wind
You blew through me
Knocked me down ten sizes
Made me human
You held my hand
Turned on the light
While I screamed
Scratching and thralling
From demons that chained me
You were patient
Set apart from those who cursed me
I'm sorry I was an asshole
I'm sorry I didn't understand
What a good thing you were
I'm sorry I burned you
I'm sorry I put me first
December was cool
Air chilled those nights
But you held me close
Till August rolled back around
And you were still the Lion of Summer
But I birthed a cub
Our child of hope
Who we prayed wouldn't have my mind of shards
And your vitiligo anxiety
But when we thought we would love each other more
Than ourselves
Our depression
Our fights
Our spring at the fair
We had her
And everything was okay
I stayed home
You worked till your hands were calloused
And sleep was the only comfort
Between weekend long shifts
I missed you sleeping next to me
The bed was cold without
My Lion of Summer
Craddling me and our cub
But I can't let go
Even though I will love her more than I will ever love again
Without seeing you again
Without kissing you again
Or holding your body against mine again
I couldn't imagine
Fighting those demons alone
Ever
Again
