Hidden treasures
I am a locked box. A key never cut.
But I found you.
You opened me up and pulled out every treasure, every cursed secret. You blew the dust from my corners, cleaned me up, and made me shine.
You put me back together in a way that made sense.
And after you left I cried for you and I cried for myself. I cried for all of the magic we have locked inside and the time we’ve existed as discarded treasure, locked away.
You’re magical to me.
Our magic is the same. We exist in a world that isn’t meant for us. There’s no safety here for complicated things.
They don’t know the secret strength that you and I hold. They don’t see the gold that swims within our breaks.
You’re my mirror in which clarity is found. Beneath our fleshy parts, we reflect the same light and dark. The masquerade falls away, the dance doesn’t dazzle.
We’re bound by broken truths, by gold, by the lightning within the storm, the quiet beneath the chaos.
You’re treasure to me.
Please don’t ever fade away.
