He says it seeps out of my pores
From long term abuse
But can he also smell the reminiscence of my internal war
Can he see the pain within my big almond eyes
What else is within that I can longer withhold
Maybe he can hear the stifled cries
As strong as I am that cannot be
Or am I weaker than I believe
Has the wall I built long ago failed me
The foundation was probably shit
The bricks and mortar and some drywall
Life and circumstances smashed and hit
The wall was too weak to stand
Just like my liquor
My emotions seeped through like sand
I can share with him it all
But I’d rather show him my strengths
Reassure him it is hard to make me fall
No matter how I try to hide
He sees. He smells. He knows.
He feels. He hears. He is not fooled by my pride
Vulnerable as a baby fresh out of the womb
I stand in front of him
Naked and weak, I assume
More than likely I’m not standing, but on my knees
Curled in fetal position shaking
But of course that’s not how I envision me
The man I love despite it all
The same one that never left my side
Loves me for my strengths and flaws
Who is this man
Has he become my God
Or was he the man that caught me when I ran
To escape it all and just be
He is the man that I love
The one that was molded for me
Because through my pride and my walls
He still loves the true me
He picks me up even when I fall
So yes, he smells the poison escaping my soul
He can also see my magnitude
And he will not stop until I am whole
He is my future groom.
My man. My savior. My crutch.
So this is a love story I presume
About the man that could smell malt
And understand the person I am
The one I love beyond either of our faults
I will never leave his side
He has never left mine
And from him I cannot hide
Just Kaz LLC 