“Lexy”
The way you make me feel
Like cold steel being heated and crafted into a piece of art.
At the heart of this statue is a sad truth,
I’m a monstrosity the sun beams on,
light gleams off and takes mind back to state of unkind,
yet provocative, relapse, hastening pace,
in singular synapse, maintaining position in race against time.
Completely disheveled I though I was in my prime,
trying to live a life set on rewind.
A disposition of mental emission
pollutes, colludes all beneficial allusions.
Then you walk in with warm heart and soul placed upon sleeve,
making it hard for my evil thoughts to breed,
finding solution to this endless commotion so effortlessly,
leaving me every time we meet with mind of relief, satisfaction.
I am now fanatic to your ways, in constant search of gaze,
for days before seeing you I’ll groom,
layers of gloom peel back as inner self is wooed to bloom,
consuming my day with ways to praise the things you say to me.
The truth you bereave, beseeching me to love myself,
unsheathing a sword made of words,
a deterrent from feeling any worse about myself,
impaling the curse of this hell, making me unable to love any other,
to touch one another smooth skin.
I allow you to see this deepest part of me,
like banner waving over victory,
headboard playing drum like symphony,
keeping my pace uniform and my approach relentless,
making sure you’ll never forget this.
An insecurity that haunts me, taunts,
makes me analyze every thought exchanged,
every hesitation trickling deep into brain,
but your soul is remedy to these parasitic ways,
calming my mind,
deplenishing this hurricane of all wind and rain,
dislodging the object wedged in my throat,
uprooting the sadness.
Like trees oozing sap your compassion enters skin,
whispering this antidote,
“I believe you in baby. You’re not broken or insane.
This love, these words, my soul it’s all yours.”
-- Andrew McLain ♥