things I’ll never tell dean: an existential crisis
dean when did it happen I laid down on the bed once next to you and I couldn’t find you anymore I couldn’t find myself
dean how did I lose it I was infinite all held within me and I knew what to do and how and when and I wasn’t happy but I wasn’t not happy either when did it stop being enough for me
dean how did your greedy green eyes take hold of what passed for a heart within my infinities and lay it down to rest in the pasture of your soul
dean your soul is golden fields of wheat under the hot summer sun
dean your soul is lemonade that somehow both stings and soothes my chapped lips my chapped grace sapped of that dry obedience they beat into me
dean I’ve killed you a thousand times but I’ve loved you a thousand more
dean when I gripped your soul in hell I wasn’t lost I was found
dean when I laid my hands upon you and you sighed and you whispered mumbled nonsense in your sleep that became my true name added to the host of others that never defined me quite so well
dean outside there is morning and there is mourning but within the expanse of this bed I can find myself again
dean in this bed I can count the freckles that dot your skin the beautiful facade that holds what I find so dear while I wait for the roiling oceans inside me to quiet
dean you snore and you lie about it over breakfast and you’ve never said I love you but I know it because I know you
dean I never really knew myself until I knew you
dean I’ll learn you forever even when I’m tired
even as I sleep
okay maybe i snapped
y cualquier cosa que escribe de ahora en adelante va ser en español para darle gracias a los traductores que hicieron de destiel una realidad......en español 😹😻
