He was confident
yet unassuming.
He was my
enemy but the only best friend I ever had.
He brought
joy yet almost drowned me to sore.
He was
honest and kind but knew how to fuck back.
He refused to
give a shit but he was very observant.
Sometimes he
blows my mind and leaves me mystified with things hard to fathom.
He was a
protector yet he had always been a child.
Maybe he was
a little too selective but always decisive and just.
He could be scary and unpredictable but has chosen to be gentle and comforting.
He could be scary and unpredictable but has chosen to be gentle and comforting.
Maybe he was
difficult but I understood him.
He was just one of the puzzles we all try to figure out but he remained intangible.
He was just one of the puzzles we all try to figure out but he remained intangible.
From the profundity
of my insanity, he tried to save me but somehow missed the path.
He may have
lost his way and me the courage to stay
but I anticipate
his redemption, and me, resolution.
For what it’s
worth, it isn’t a fight without the bleed.