Royals.

black and blue, faded into the sirens and the red light.
he was screaming, she was grasping for breath.
tires screech but the room is locked, and he goes at it again.
she's tired and bruised and looks for the light,
she believes this is the end of the tunnel.
but it didn't stop there to her horror.
he was crying, telling her how much he loves her.
he doesn't apologise and she is tired, she wanted to be covered in ice.
then men of power comes, they shred the last of her integrity,
questions her and makes her believe she was wrong for justice.
she goes home, scared to lie in her bed,
because he is free, and she is trapped in nightmares.

he was conscious, he was bullied and beaten up.
he didn't see his father be nice to his mother.
maybe that's what turned him so wrong.
so he grabs her by the hand,
he believes this is love in a twisted way.
he owns her body and soul.
but he doesn't know he is wrong. so he hurts again and again.
he was scared of the boys locker room.
he was scared of another persons hand on his body.
he was damaged but he was said he shouldn't show it,
it was less of a man. so he became the man he grew up seeing at his home.

these are the royals,
they've burned their sanctuary, because they grew up believing you need to burn,
to feel warm.
so they took the flames, they swallowed it all.
and the powers of those in suits and ties, shadowed their dignity,
or whatever was left of it.
and they ran, because they wanted to be alone and free.
in a bed made out of love and free of blood,
they are royals because they built their empire out of ruins.
women and men who had to run, for safety, for peace.
they are royals because they stood tall even after they fell down.
i am a royal. but i hope you never have to be one.
i hope you are safe.
let's hope you make an empire without having to run.

Safe to forget.

the flowers were lilac painted blue,

the rain was pink and the sun was red.

and we'll have conversations to write on our polaroid.

and she was as wild as you can write about,

and he was the anchor that kept her grounded.

there was love but there was happiness.

and in this world, it was a sacred thing.

it was safe to forget that what's hidden isn't gone.

it was safe, for all we know everyone wanted love before happiness.

and they found a way to melt into one another.

he knew she was meant for greatness,

but she saw the brightest fire in his eyes.

the thing about this love was that they weren't prisoners in each other,

they knew one was meant to fly while the other was meant to run.

cold as it sounds, their warmth lies in this.

she build castles from ruin, she was gold that never turned grey.

she could be so beautiful, so brave.

knowing kindness is all that she dreamed of, she saw the world once through fire,

she was safe, because she'd walk through hell for heavens to move.

she knew the devil lived in her,

he saw the truth in her as she fell,

her body eclipsed in the deep blue of the ocean.

he saw love, he could see she loved so deeply,

now the ocean lives because of her.

she was the fire, the flame, the water and even life was hers.

in the darkness she bled for the light.

she knew their was something beyond forgiveness.

so she took the pain for the happiness,

she screamed for everyone even when she had no one.

he knew he found an angel within this mundane world.

and she would be the death of him, and he will live for better.

he knew what it was to be loved the moment she held his hand.

it's safe to forget, 

she was the earth, the ocean and every thing that doesn't end.

for love is better left unexplained.