For the man who carries kingdoms in his chest
You arrived not bearing roses but the thundering tang of storms
Your crown of rusted iron
Bent by the weight of all you’ve built and called duty
I saw you before the armor
When your silence wasn’t stoic
but the echo of a room where no one came to claim your trembling
They forged your spine with sword
Taught you to cleave the world into mind and to shield others
But never how to let the light slip through your own fractures
And still you showed up
Daily resurrecting order from embers of the empire
mistaking love for a siege to survive
But hear me now warrior of the old world
I’ve come to break your fast
Let me feel the real you
I hunger for the untamed truth of you
The ache you hide behind your victories
The soft animal of your heart
Grawning through it’s chains
Let me be the harbor where your storm stills.
To remind your bones
They were first made for wonder, not war.
You are not the wall you’ve built
You are the man inside the quiet.
The boy who once needed to be caught
but never was
So lay your greaves where my pulse keep time
Your armor beside my breath
Come home
Not to a woman
But to yourself
Inside my love.
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