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Wherever You Are

I know you don't want to cry anymore.

 

For your sake, I wish that as well.

 

But if I could just be there to hold you

 

I'd paint water colors with every teardrop that fell

 

I know that you keep secrets

 

Hidden deep and well away

 

I don't mind what you dont wish to tell me

 

But I will happily keep guarded any secret thing you wish to say

 

I wish I could take all your pain away

 

And suffer every ounce of it in your stead

 

But all I can do in my efforts for you

 

Is love louder than the voices in your head

 

I know you dislike your image

 

But if I could catch that smile when you let it show

 

If you gave me consent to share it

 

I'd show it off to every single person I know

 

I don't know what you think of your body

 

Or if you are content with your form and fitness

 

But when you stand exposed before me

 

In awe, I bow down to the devine and bear witness

 

You may not have the same command of language

 

That I use to explain existence or evoke emotion with a simple line or word

 

But any expression of affection for me, in your voice

 

Even just the sound of my name will bring tears to my eyes the moment it's heard

 

You may think I see you as more than you are

 

Or would look away from who you used to be

 

But, sweet love, perhaps you have forgotten

 

You have public accounts on display for all to see

 

There is nothing so dark or vicious within your mind or soul

 

As there has always been living within the depths of me

 

Our old selves dont last and nothing in your past

 

Can outweigh the amazing and beautiful person you have grown to be

 

I know you will always struggle to find life worth living

 

I know that no matter what I do, it may never improve

 

But I will happily spend whatever time I am given

 

Just to admire and feel the perfect way that you move

 

Cry if you need to, I will do all I can, but this love isn't pass or fail. I will love you still in the depths of darkness through every sob and wail.

 

If my love changes nothing and demons still dance in your head. Then I will dance among them as we wear them out for hours together in bed.

 

You are not a project, something to repair and then put on display. You are worth everything now, even if your demons never go away.

 

You are questing on this hard journey for a place of peace, but that place may prove to be too far. Just know that, even if you never arrive, I will still love you wherever you are.

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Matthew Zeccola

What a beautiful poem, Twilla! It's gorgeous and lovely for the person you're writing it for, but it also translates to life, and others who feel insecure in this world. Beautiful. I loved it. M. 

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Twilla Carpenter

Thank you, so much! Seems I have finally found a muse that inspires great works that are not all darkness, doom, gloom, and heartache.

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Marion

Haunting and fabulously sad x

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Twilla Carpenter

Thank you so much, Marion! This changed abruptly midway through, but it seemed to convey my thoughts so well that I decided to allow it to be what it wanted to be.

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