I may not be skilled with knives or swords,
But I can disembowel you with words

I know you like the back of my hand...




  *Oh, when did that get there?

A pillar of black and white granite is all that is holding us up anymore.
We stand atop it and watch as the cracks form in the earth under us.
Everything we stand for is about to crumble all over again. Again,
and we are by no means ready to stand on our own in this world.
We depend on each other like the earth depends on rain and sun.
Without the other each of us would spiral down to hell's doors
and be hopelessly wondering and searching for love forever.
The world is ending once again, and all that's left is you.
When my world ends will your God go down with it?

The anticipation, and the stress.
The waiting to be told.
The butterflies in your stomach.
The shaking hands.
The tripping over your words.
The feeling of all eyes on you.
The joy of theatre.

We are lost in a sea filled with black and white shadows,
and you and I wonder aimlessly; hand in hand.
In the midst of the world of gloom your eyes still manage to shine,
and my hand locked in yours is what is keeping me grounded.
As another blow lands on our earth we are knocked to our knees.
The air fills with the ash of our hope, and all of it is lost.
As you lie down on the ground in surrender I know it is over,
because if you give up I have no reason or desire to live.
It is in that moment that I know.
And there is not a question left in my mind.
*I love you