You
Brown eyes
Those beautiful doe brown eyes
They hypnotize me into your abyss
Your generous smile dark yet light compliments mine
Your intelligence is strong
And your potential in life is something to inspire
You ignite a flame I did not know I had
A candle seeming to be at the end of its wick, useless
Yet is lit somehow, guiding way
You provide strange comfort
Like a tantruming toddler finally given their favorite toy
You give me the confidence to be who I am
To ignore the unforgiving world
I feel like a budding flower,
A bird spreading its wings
You may not be the cause
You have helped me grow
You have reminded me why I’m on Earth
Why I should have hope
Even if you’re not a permanent entity you have a forever changed my life
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Ricky Neal
Writings are a journey in the perspective of a nerodivergent transman. Content warnings will be provided at the top of each work.
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