Some comfort,
done with the tragic colors.
Some safety,
wish I could offer you
my heart to keep you,
my bravery to save,
I’m not using them anyway.
Long ago,
I retired to a cold place.
Such perfect
redemption.
The smile upon your face
is worth another round of days.
A wish that I could trade
my life for yours.
I wish there was something else
that I had not before
given away
everything
and still I feel
immeasurably guilty.
Never claimed
to be free,
just hid my chains
and denied my poverty.
Distance is an effective buffer.
I shut my emotions in,
even when you walked on water.
I was somewhere cool, my friend.
Never meant to sway, or suffer.
Never meant to let you in.
I am just a Prince of Paupers,
circling the drain again.
Redemption,
such a little thing.
Embracing,
the love that you deserve.
Such comfort
is a rich reward.
I never understood,
that you alone were worthy.
