Hunt

Hunt me down, love

Track me here,

To the edge of all we’ve known before.

Hunt me down, love
Meet me here,

If you’ve the courage for a fight.

Hunt me down, love
Find me here,

Broken open and ready to soar.

Hunt me down, love
Or set me free.

cswhitlow

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My love 

My love,

Listen…

 

You are not broken.

You are scarred and still standing,

Battle worn, weary,

But still kind,

still needed.

 

You are not defeated.

 

Stop feeding that darkness

with old lies

and unrelenting doubt.

 

 

My love,

Look….

 

Look through my eyes,

Into this heart,

Offered,

Open in these bloodied hands,

 

Listen,

Look…

And I’ll show you,

the miracle you’ve become.

 

cswhitlow

Battle Axe

Her midnight words,

Uncaged,

Unrestrained,

Let loose by fear,

Had always been a battle axe,

Fashioned to frighten away,

Bent towards annihilation.

They tore down,

ripped apart,

Severed limbs

And organs…

More often her own.

She had always been destruction for the things she wanted most.

Until one came…

who could finally withstand

her blade.

cswhitlow

He fell

He fell for her from the shadows she cast;

 

Her words,

her laughter,

her light,

the way she loved those she called “mine”.

 

He walked beside her;

Silently,

Stoically,

Standing guard over the girl

he was not brave enough to claim.

 

He fell for her from the shadows….
For he knew,

He could never hold captive such a burning thing …

 

cswhitlow