I Feel

You know, woman were once the strangest things to me.

They give you hell, you give them hell, they yell loudly and slam things around, but they come back.

Eventually.

But not her, never her.

Make me see reason.

Make me believe.

I want to feel like you,

You who has a name.

You who has a face.

You who can't escape me as of late.

She would never scream nor would she throw anything, just step away from it all.

Then she would come back, if only to say goodbye.

But then I would be gone, just as before.

Show me that bond,

The one you say we share,

I want to feel that so-called emotion,

That thing you called "compassion".

Can you make me feel for even a passing second?

I knew you were trying to befriend me, or so I had liked to believe, for I was still learning about this feeling I never thought was needed.

How do you feel when you place trust in a certain person?

Is it like the strange smile you give me every other moment?

I realized there must be more to what you say, by the way you look at the ground and your eyes never stray from your feet, but I kept throwing you away, leaving you in disgusted defeat.

I see that nothing can be replaced by my ink,

Like the blush you give whenever I'm near,

This feeling is making you weak,

But now I believe.

So now I sit under this tree alone, this fatal wound draining me slowly, letting me think over the things I have wronged her by, wishing I could tell her just how much she has given me.

I feel so many things now,

Like the pain from my lacerated thigh,

To the fear gripping my heart tight.

She is still trying to save me, her face grimacing in past memories, I am lucky that she cared enough to come, but I am foolish to think such things, because I know and I can feel what I could not before.

The truth remains, do I deserve to live when she has so much more to gain?

You never gave up once,

Seeing your face in agony makes my cold heart break,

But I'll be truly laughing at my wake.

And they won't take me,

This I know.

Because you would never let me go.

My enemies are now her own, I think their from the village of stone, but I won't let them take her away, I will make sure she stays, for I have something important to say.

Important to me, anyway.

I have your back,

I will never fail to keep away your fears,

For I am your best friend,

The one you taught to feel,

The one who learned to love more than his meal,

The one who is still alive and very real,

The one who will make your enemies kneel.

We're back at the hospital now and your at my side, telling me it's all alright, thanking me for putting up a fight, but when you ask if I am in pain, I tell you my answer straight way.

"My pain is delayed, but may I tell you of my dismay?"

I don't deserve to feel,

I don't deserve to breathe,

It's you're insistence that I keep it clean,

But I know the truth behind it all,

Even when you told me to "deal".

Her face is in awe, I don't think she saw it coming, the proclamation of an emotion I have only been privy to for a couple of months, yet every time I say the word, it seems more real.

Her smile said it all, for it made me understand this even more, the emotion she called"love" is that of which I kept saying over and over.

I knew then it was real,

That bond now as solid as steel,

Because you are still here,

This I know for a fact.

Because I feel.