Just kinda wrote the best poem Iāve ever written in my life and it is about bbcās merlin
Youāre called friend
Our love began in candlelight,
In the woods under the bright new moon,
The sun blaring on our backs in your cityās streets.
I smiled at you and you smiled right back
I threw my fist against your face
You caught it in your hand,
Because I called you friend.
I called you friend.
You threw your knives like sport,
Now thereās one wobbling
On the back of the chair you were sitting in.
And I want to fall to my knees
And thank the blade for existing,
For without it I would not have you.
Thereās a sword stuck in stone
I forged in my breath,
And left behind for you to lift.
Thereās always something sharp between us,
We can never get too close
For fear it would cut us apart like Zeus.
So I called you friend
I called you friend
The lies I tell you cut my tongue
Like a shard of obsidian.
I can never get too close, while I hold you close
I stand behind you, always behind you.
And the sword you hold out looks to me a shield
It decapitates like it protects
And it sings with the blood of my kind.
And I called you friend
I called you friend
You marry, youāre happy,
I cut my teeth on lava glass.
I give my trust, a very fragile thing
And this boy breaks it like anything.
He picks up a shard and from it,
The sister of your blade breathed into existence by a sister of mine.
It hangs over your head like a butcherās knife,
I break my teeth on lava glass.
Still I called you friend
I called you friend
For once in our lives we forget
The sharp thing in our sides.
And thatās when I see it for the first time,
Sticking out your chest, blood red and wobbling
Like my breath, like the knife when we first met.
Finally I spit out that obsidian,
You look at me, horrified,
But you let yourself get past.
For the first time in our lives
There is no sharpness in our midst,
The only thing that cuts
Is that peace in your guts.
I hold you close
They called us friends
You lean up for a kiss
They called us friends
Now itās been so long since
I felt your breath on my face,
And all my kind are gone,
All our songs are sung.
My bones ache with every move
Like volcanic matter supercooled.
I see you face in the writing on the wall.
Someone asks me about my sadness,
I tell them about you, my friend
I tell them about you, my love.
