You word out my pain differently,
Strengthening me for what is yet to come, a life much easier to bare,
Yet consists of less comparisons as your ability to understand my frailty, caused by a weakened love one declares is undeniable.
You continue to favour me, an act questionable to the estranged,
It must take a lot from you, an undesirable flower, barely watered,
Yet it grows through your words, through you, my confidante.
The ability to confide in you has me exploring heaven through your hands as they archer out species that feed off me with the intention of finishing me off, and as the hatred intensifies,
I stumble upon warmth, one that lasts for a lifetime as rumours fail to break it, weaken it.
My confidante, a world where the entire universe is by my side.
