Fortify

Indeed,
I am not,
anywhere near perfect,
my apologies,
perfection was never,
my intention.

Though,
I thank you,
you make me re-evaluate,
what life means,
all this while,
everything seems lost.

Mistakes,
they haunt me,
I wronged myself,
for tearing down,
the walls I built,
time to re-fortify.

Regret,
It's not regret,
you were my drug,
but as they said,
drugs makes you weak,
drugs kill from the inside.

Sweet,
you were sweet,
truth be told,
I still plan,
of what I mentioned,
to grow old,
with you,
needless of consequences,
though it seemed,
very unlikely.

I bid you well,
and that,
you shall,
obtain true happiness.

Consensus

The sky,
the sun,
the stars,
the moon.

They agreed.
I have not been,
what a man,
should've been.

They have been,
witnesses for what,
little, very little,
of what had been contributed.

Bragged,
all this while,
with nothing done,
dead; I was.

Am I alive?
What's the proof?
I have no absolute,
living proof.

It has come to,
the universe's consensus,
that I am in fact,
a loser.

Done;
I shall get up,
stand tall,
move forward.

Goodbye.

Timorous

Loyalty.
Have I rights?
To claim such comportment?

I wish,
to never,
drag a single,
innocent soul.

What do I offer?
Nothing,
except all of me.

Thus,
moonwalk,
I shall.

I am that,
timorous,
but I have,
and always will,
loved.