dragons not dinosaurs

The saddest part is 

I was never mad

I was annoyed

I was concerned

I was scared

I was hurt.

I was disappointed. 

But love still stood behind me

Holding up the umbrella,

So the storm couldn't

Wash away my discernment 

You were mad

At yourself.

The little boy 

Who always fucks up 

And should not deserve space 

Grace 

Or an embrace. 

You may see black,

But I see a million shades of night

Each owning its own plot

unique with it's own story

It's own path

It's own history to be dug up.

I hope you uncover all the bones

You hold in your hands 

And I hope by the end

You know them by name. 

And i wish my love 

You find a way to put them together 

So years from now

I spot them in a museum

Knowing you became the man 

I always knew you were.