Shiboka.

It hurts.
I need you.
To touch your face;
To be whatever for you.

Am I enough?
Your pain is raw.
I feel it hundreds of miles away.

I found you.
Yet you discovered the gold in me.
Revealed it boldly. Soothing the lacerations underneath.

I watch you leave.
Yet my eyes refuse to see.
Duty takes you away from me.
A soldeirs' place for Infantry.

Hope had awakened, yet life's demanding call had beckoned.

Why did we just now find eachother again?
 I feel like screaming for these nights to never end.
To hear your chuckle and shyness mend.
The grains of sand mocking measures of time as limited.

I so badly want to run.
To find you,
cling to you.
To hide you away so that my selfishness can claim you as my own.

I need you, Elskede
Adore you. Yet fucking hate you.
For what you birthed in me. These emotions that stir me, into the depths of wimpering insanity. I was ready. To mark myself as yours eternally. Yet now I wait for your absence to break me.

I felt wanted for once. For the light within me.
The song in my voice to birth your mending.

That diamond mind, those ocean eyes. That heart's strong brilliance struck me blind.

Now all we are, is out of time.
Be strong, my soldier.
And come back to me alive.