If my words could turn to fingertips,
Massaging the creases of your mind,
So you could quiet those sharp voices,
And let your bright thoughts gently settle;
I'd offer my heart as your softest pillow,
To cradle your weary body.

There, you could drift into peaceful quiet,
As a low rhythm lulls you to slumber.
Let my warmth completely enfold you as you fade to distant planes.

Let my arms reach across all borders,
Gently wrap around your waist,
And hug you like a cherished blanket.
As time itself begins to soften,
We’d meld together as a single flame.

Then, in the warmth of our ember,
We could settle back into this reality, whole.
I'll be your calm waters,
Or we can be cleansed in this gentle rain.
Still, I will seek you in countless lifetimes,
Through black holes and nascent space,
Where cosmic tethers meet anchoring points,
And galaxies embrace with other stars.

I'll find you out in the deepest dark,
To burn with you, forever alight.

I was entranced.
Your inviting gaze,
And your radiant smile.
Your loving whispers,
And tender touch.
You made sure,
I felt your love.


I was fractured.
Your harrowing stare,
And your sinister grin.
Your degrading screams,
And bruising grip.
You made sure,
I knew your hate.


-Tré

They said I never worried them, I always had my way,
A steady hand, a fearless face to guide me through each day.
But what looked like unshakable pride was loneliness inside,
A strength so loud it hid the times I only wished to hide.

I carried weight so perfectly, no one thought to ask,
If I was tired, if I broke, behind the polished mask.
For being “capable” has a cost too heavy to ignore—
You’re everyone’s safe harbor, yet left longing for much more.

So strength became my armor, my survival, my disguise,
But underneath, I craved a hand, a softness in the eyes.