Most loyal of them all

I'm loyal to my passion
I'm loyal to my dreams
I'm loyal to my childhood
I'm loyal to what it means.
I'm loyal to these feelings
I'm loyal to these thoughts
loyal to my struggling
I'm loyal to my flaws.
I'm loyal to disappointment
loyal to my fears
I'm loyal to running
far from common things.
I'm loyal to my tears
I'm loyal to their walls
I'm loyal to the magic
of the unspoken thoughts.

I'm loyal to forgiveness

I'm loyal to my rage

I'm loyal to my hope

and the need for change.

I'm loyal to my guilt

and a sense of shame

loyal to illusion

of being kind of strange.

I'm loyal to destroying

my own path to sin

and every petty longing

for glorifying thrills.

I'm loyal to forgetting

I'm loyal to tattoos

I'm loyal to denying

I am weak and bruised.

I'm loyal to surviving

in this hyper colored place

I'm loyal to describing

every new phase.

I'm loyal to your secrets

I'm loyal to your words

and if I learned to own it

being loyal wouldn't hurt.

Kandinsky, Sans titre, 1944