Hermes meets g

Struck by a dream, I’d throw myself off a bridge, cad I, today, what more can one say? That you need to discipline me? I’m struck by that dream, too

Maybe it’s nothing tho, and just the world’s falling apart, I’m just feeling guilty

Just in love

How hard it is, to be in love with you, g! When one must fight to tell you you’re loved, and i love you, when you seek only proof, you’re unloved

As if the world fell apart, everyday
Then listen to naysayers! or the cad of your dreams, when i scheme in my sleep, turn into one of them, every night

Are they crawling all over you now? Or do I imagine things, still asleep, as hermes? And you dreaming next to me, in swarms of self doubt, naysayers infesting your goddess’ high brow?

I, in possession, full range their emotions, too, everything the naysayers feel I do too, I just fight myself everyday, not jesus made perfect, I’m more like knave hermes

One of them, being same, but I love you, wouldn’t fight in daylight, deceit by night, with words blazing fire, in art of poetry, I’ve created, a light to heal you

You are loved

You are loveable

Here’s proof: I love you! I’ll say it every day thru, love as a god might feel, immortal, again and again, today the same

Do not will not cannot give up on you, fight waves of your self loathing, cad I, finally, steps in to the rescue, in logic askew, asks you to out-argue, in twists and turns full human, in this loving jest, emotion:

I want to make it up with you