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.

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.