My Wish For You/For Us

I see you and your pure heart,
and your sharp darts,
trying not to fall apart.
To keep yourself protected
between your spongy flesh of magic.
Walls so high,
sometimes it’s tragic.
In a world that gave you no choice
but to conceal with your whip.
We’re all here begging you,
to keep on living with an open heart
even when it bleeds onto your sleeve,
interwined into your dreams:

For a better world,
for softer humans.

Please, please, please,
just keep:
Being
You.