Until now I've held my tears inside, with all fears.
They fall and crush me.
Liberty. You smeared my guarantee-
I'm lost without your proximity, the only love you can apply.

All the time I was lost in you,
but now I cannot find in you a spot of decency.
Your false intentions destroy me,
so load and deploy me into the thick depth of my anxiety.
You pulled and yanked and tore until my love was born out of your bumpy shape and colorful image.
But you're too far above me-
you could never love me-
one you've never known, though we've shared shadows
constantly.
Ignored, aborted, you brought me up and threw me down
as though you suddenly knew me.
Pick me up again.
Someone for whom I feel and see and hope—with a word and a move, suddenly a stranger.
I wanted to be more.
More than your friend.
I would've stood behind you all the time to find you,
but how you did hide.
You are so beautiful, and though my love was plentiful,
your radiance lied.
I wanted to protect you, love, honor, and respect you,
never to breach.
My love was overflowing, but the portrait I found wasn't within my reach.
I would've lived for you and died to bring life back to you.

I truly loved who I thought you were, but
now I feel it as a duty to fill and build and create you.
A death is not an end.
Flesh decays. A life touches and flows through the circles of others.
The echo never dies.

A polished frame, I loved your hollow inside.

Now. There's no heart that I can hide behind.
You took it away.