Trust is an ugly word.
To have everything,
to lose everything,
maybe the world is a cold place.
Maybe the world likes to spite you.
But you do not walk alone.

Shy away from my hands,
shun my words
and avoid my gaze.
I'm not drawing them back,
and should you cry
I will wipe them clean.

Destroy everything I have,
beat me to nothingness,
I will always forgive.
Hate yourself,
hide from the world,
I will never forgive.

We bleed the same,
we suffer the same,
I learned how to stand,
you still need to rise.
My hand is not cursed,
do not fear its grip.

Covet my soul,
avoid everything I touch,
run, run until my images
no longer exists.
You can hide from it all,
hide from the pain.

But I'm not giving up
until I see you smile.


Penned by my hand on the 10th of Ero, in the year 602 AF.