when i stripped u naked of your pride
and dis-assembled the wide narrative of you and i
my eyes never observed the pain..
i selfishly found my vision blurred with rain
formed from tear drop clouds formed vainly in my own my name
enough about me..
let me reclaim my purpose in writing this.
when i stripped you naked of your pride
repeatedly mind fucked you..
to duck you, because i couldnt understand why even my love for you
couldnt stop my worst fears from being true
i felt i failed you when i fell in fall,
its self fulfilling though..
when i stripped you of our love
i forgot to tell you..

your love is irreplacable..
a lamp in these cold streets..
its amazing torn city could have born such a rose out of its concrete..
your voice.. calmed the war lord in me..
gave my fire purpose..
when nurtured.. i became warm, and warmth reciprocated off my surface
your words reflected my soul..but whether you came before the dream, or vice versa i cannot know
i have never respected anyone more then i respect you..
and somewhere after stripping you of your title
i rememberred just exactly what began the cycle....

old friend.