My Stories Of You (Chapter Two.) Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

I always love you, even though you don't.
Listen: I want to give you the world, and I'm not mad that you don't kiss me anymore.
I'm at war with the parts of me, that you hate. I'm at war with almost all of me.
You look nice and amazing at the same time.
Five years
Not only a medicine man, but
I'll be god
in the arms of my goddess
I promise you!
I was never a liar, like those before me
just a bit sacred and unexperienced
I was the moon that followed you everywhere you went.
I'll return when I'll be able to call myself a god
not to laugh, but
to wear again the kisses I'm now forbidden to have.
I won't be afraid forever.