For a stranger.

so i have an essay due at 5 pm and i just pulled an all-nighter and i only have the intro but...

this was written while i was listening to matt gilman- closer
and thinking of a certain stranger i met the other day.



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you have a place for him
that only your eyes have seen,
and his heart could contain

there, the flowers pour fragrances nostalgic
of your memories together
he begins to sing the song for the first time,
the one you've put in his heart all his life, that he could only hear
in his dreams

his name has been graven on your hands since the start,
his name has been written on your heart

though he doesn't know now
the way you see him,
the way you hold him,
the way you love him

you will fight for the one that has strayed from the 99.

he is bruised from the inside out,
with a weapon for a heart because
bombs have been raining down
for as long as he has known
limping with every step for the silver lodged in his knee
and memories that burn a little deeper
he spits at the mention of your name

but you have conquered death and purchased life
to fix his broken heart with your hands
and live inside the coma, breathing mercy into crumbling corners
pouring love into the cracks, til your tears are running too

you love him.




the apple of your eye,
the fire in your heart,



the son whom you made to be free, free, free.