I miss my equal and more
comfortable half.
Without that constant in my daily life,
there are many a situation in which I feel
out of place.
Mostly due to my preference for things
of a heavier persuasion.
I shouldn’t allow who I am to sink
down below the surface because
none of these people are anywhere near
worth it.

I can’t stifle my spirit.
I have opinions and values.
Anyone I come across is going to hear it.
And he is within me because
we are one and the same.
Every ‘would-be’ I meet has some
twisted claim to fame.

“I know your old man.”, they say.

It’s crazy how they all seem
desperate
to even say his name.
But it’s all they ever get to say
because they won’t ever see the day
that they’ll actually know him
-like I do.
I own him.
In the same way he does me.
And no matter how many
locks and keys
are put between us- we’re never kept apart
Because we share this bloody, beating heart.