JHem

  Cheers to us, For making it so far, when every tiny thing, feels like rubbing against nails. Even when people say you light up the room. Cheers to us, For living a life, learning to care for your soul, with a body that doesn't trust, and a heart full of fear. When an alluring rose, bled us dry with its thorns. Cheers to us, For the love we share, to sit with another in the darkness, as it no longer scares us, as we weren't given a choice, but to befriend it before it swallowed us alive. Cheers to us, Who are pushed to the edge, or have already fallen Because When living feels like every second will attract hurt, Then surely death seduces better than love When no one understands you. Or worse No one tries to. Cheers to us, For being thrown into a losing war, With bullet wounds no one can see, I hope you make it out happy, And for those we've lost, It's not your fault, You were never given a fighting chance. I hope there's a heaven, So I when it's my turn too, I...

Even a sheet or two, Isn't enough from, An army of 'achoo." But an invitation at arm, To blanket the blizzard, Memories of home. "I love you," For true,  Expresses too. Not one of disarm, But as to never feel alarmed, Never carrying the 'what if' of harm. I could feel it hugging my chest, Her warmth lit just as brightly as The red of her doting cheeks. Worry painted her eyes, Caressing my hands, Frozen in time. Like a heart allergic, To the breath of living, Shamed into hiding. Her fingers brush against it, Hithering a hollow chill, Akin to starving a ghost. But that's not what, Broke her heart frozen, Birthing children of tears. But the apathy. As this was nothing new, Death always held me close. Like no one else ever wanted to.