Temple

Can you blame me?

For trying to save you

For trying to love

And complete you,

For becoming completely infatuated

And tortured with your mystery

The stories that hung on your lips

The ones so close to be relived,

Speak to me

But do not speak it into existence

Do not be scared

For as long as I stay,

The past will not repeat

You are created from unanswered questions

That shape your soul and posture

That define your every movement,

Why your body isn't your temple

But an haunting reminder,

Of torture and punishment,

Pain left throbbing in lonely, long nights

As the past,

Circles and taunts you in the shadows of the night

Nights that were never your friend,

For the darkness reminds of the secrets that will never leave your lips

Only shocking whispers that aimlessly wander in the comfort of your mind,

Do you not see?

I aim only to recreate you,

That not all darkness is evil,

And yes, you're a temple that deserves to worshiped,

Please do not believe your past,

For you are as pure and innocent as any other!

And worthy of untainted love.

-N.V.T