I am perceived and divided.
You see me as bound by history.
A set of experiences chaining me to the railway.
Boundaries marked.
Respect tried and failure too often won.
Knots tied but carefully unraveled.
I am but your servant. Your true beloved,
And so much more as my duty has been sworn.
Because of you, I try to wriggle from the bondage I’ve known.
So many challenges our meeting surmises,
But victories beset only by expectations held
Due to the plagues spread by the entitled before us.

I am happy to have found you.
To create the remembrances of our future selves.
My journey has waivered a hundred and half times seven
Romancing me to continue on, but I love the battle
As it conjures images I long to dream upon—
That your arms and your chest hold close for evermore
The conversations and soliloquies I cling to. I hark the passions,
And scream into the chaos, fighting for you and against the archaic,
And only God knows, the mundanely heroic behaviors of yesterday.
I intend nothing but love and goodness.

And I have hopes.
A more compassionate version of expectation.
A wiser choice as well.
Hopes not tainted by jealousy, but being shaped and molded,
and harnessed in extreme puzzlement; of one whose laid bare,
Feelings and emotions, wrought by raw betrayal.
I will bank all that I am; both wide open eyes,
Admitting to their salient and drippy temperament,
Fat tears as big as their atmospheres allow,
Their ineffective resolve. I promise you this,
And I will say it as often times as you wish.
I am all in.
Head, heart, fist, knees and steady feet.
We will beat the histories and the stories past.
We will circumcise them from this new tree,
And exercise all the old leaves.
We will begin anew. We will be a spring.

We will be new.