The Man Who Fills The Space Poem by Alyssa Bianca

I have the strength to rise from the ashes.
The phoenix within me is starving for rebirth,
But my feathers are few and far between.
Lend me a hand.
Thicken my coat with kind words and promises;
Promises you know you will keep,
Until I feel I am strong enough to soar.

I know there is music buried within my laughter,
Hidden beneath the lush forest of my past,
That tries to hold it hostage.
Help me create a symphony.
We can do it together.
I will be the melody, and you, my perfect harmony.

Glimpses of lust evade my being.
Cautious as I am, I am only human.
Let the taste of my teeth sinking into your lip,
Ignite the sapphire blue flame inside of me,
Until I am too engulfed to be extinguished,
And begin to melt into your arms.
My hands tugging on the hair at the nape of your neck,
My chest heavy,
This time because I have found someone,
Who can steal my breath away.

I have been meandering down an endless route,
Sometimes walking in circles,
Treading backward and trying to progress.
Be my compass and my rose
Guide me out of this boundless maze,
With both confidence and accuracy.
And comfort me with your delicacy,
As if I am a wilting petal,
That you are determined to hold on to.



Even the world's most precious stones,
Feel safer when bound into a permanent setting.
Like a glowing ruby within its golden ring,
I am beautiful on my own,
But long to feel the stability,
Of being tightly sealed within caring boundaries.

I am a work of art,
So close to completion.
My outline is solid and bold.
Be the color that fills my canvas,
The shades that bring me to life,
The man who fills the space.
The man who time won't erase.