I. Yearning for Control



If I could train emotions like muscle,

fold joy neat, then hide it away-

I'd unwrap it when the world goes cold,

and rest in its warm embrace



II. Choosing Bondage Over Esacpe



If pens could grow wings,

I'd grip mine tight-

and chase moonlight until dawn.

But wisteria winds

in choking tendrils through our veins,

so I'll trade the stars

and stay in your chains.



III. A Plea for Empathy



If we could trade lives for a day,

you'd still call my thoughts a mess-

in the gaze I've tried to supress.

But maybe you'd feel

the love I've always known,

and instead of pullling away,

you'd let us be known.


IV. Acceptance and Rebirth



Mirror, mirror, cracked and worn,

who's the mosnter we've both borne?

If it's me behind the glass-

then when the war leaves nothing true,

I'll shatter gladly, just for you.

We'll sow wild roses in the ashes...and call it home.



V. Coda

There was a time the light felt small—

a flicker pressed against the dark.

But laughter lived in quiet things,

like tangled sheets and weathered books,

and in the hush between our lives,

I almost learned what safe could mean.