To An Assassin
Dusty little man I know how much you want to joke How much you want to scream How much you want to charm How much you want to escape
But please don't. Not the last one at least not without me.
We are one and the same: made of pleasantries rags and raw leather sharp blade and sharp tongue Survival and survival You may think
My little survivor you are not just that and you know it You are what was crafted You are what remained from who you should’ve been life wasn’t so unfair But above all You are potential
Yes, little love Potential Don’t forget you were lost before And you found yourself again A new you A different you but still you.
And what are you if not tenderness if not care if not warmth survival and survival and you still haven’t lost you please don’t let me lose you either. - December 21st, 2025