by Liam 

When it’s the moon and stars I seek,

I ask the night

to hold me in its sight.

I wander

fragile,

worn,

weak.

relearning my name,

learning how to speak again

learning how to play the game

I place a rose into your hand

It’s not my thorns

that make you bleed.

It’s the way my gaze

unmasks what you had planned

Because truth,

truth cuts sharper,

sharper than anything I ever meant to hide

I trace my faults

in crooked lines,

insecurities carved across my bleeding mind

Every misjudgment

steals a little more sight,

until

bite by bite

I start losing

the one I was holding,

holding onto inside

I said I named my self

I said every choice was mine alone

I named my path

I named you too

But freedom frays

where hearts betray

and consequence,

consequence redraws us

whether we’re ready or not

And still….

like quiet dawn

melting midnight blue

your love

revives my world

Not by saving me

but by showing me

the shape

I’d forgotten

was already true

was already me

was already you.