Misplaced Care

I hold you
In my heart
A subtype
Not what I need
Simply, desire

Emblem

I use you as a conduit
Though not truly at all
As a lighthouse, wherest I can call upon
My dearest, greatest, sympathies

Tempestuous

That is the word
Of the feelings
They now fight in me
The light has taken up the fight against the dark
Now I bare witness
The ebbs and flows of battle
The highs and lows of spirit
The schizmatic mode of emotion
But in this battle
If I will
I shall will the light