from your memory

from your memory

A Poem by FaeryQueen
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it's different...
when you're finally able to feel like somebody-
it-
changes you.
makes you into who you're ought to be...
and after all the things are done, you look
back on them and realize they all make sense
they all pertain to the main focus of your being here
of your existence on this planet
dear god, you are my safe-house
my lighthouse
my statue of liberty, with you
i can do all things
through you, my strength can be found
i used to be so careless with my words, before
i told myself i picked them like i pick everything else
scrambled and unsure of their meaning
but now
oh my!
the words i choose are of the upmost ripe
and so i must say them for i fear there will come
a time when the words will go sour and there
will be no place left for them any longer
your mom is the most wondrous person i've ever met, love
and no, i'm not just saying that coz 
i've never been out
you know i've never been out much
but
your mom is a special flower
as soon as i stepped in- i was already nervous
but as soon as i stepped in, every hesitation went away and
seeing as how it was the first time i met your mother
yes, there were some nerve residue left
my only regret was not spending as much time with her as i spent with you
i care about that too ya know
i wanna get to know her
and what you said of her-
you both deserve the world's love
i'm always at your hip, aren't i?
i need to be with you, do you see that now?
your face is etched in the palms of my hands
if i miss you, i can just look at them both
two halves of a whole
you are the only thing that makes sense to me
and i swear, for the sake of all mankind and their constant fissures; i will not conform

© 2019 FaeryQueen


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I love the self assurance of the "I" in this and the fact that it seems like inwardly there has been a reckoning that allows coherent expression and thought, confidence and self identity being the key. This is almost like two separate pieces of writing with the first half the coming of self and the second an understanding that love has many parts, and when those parts are connected, the whole of the thing is made greater, transcending just "A" relationship. Loved this!!

Posted 5 Years Ago


FaeryQueen

5 Years Ago

you are very kind, mister, thank you for these words! blessings and salam to you!

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