You are dust. And you are unimportant.
Take comfort in this. The world does not rest on your shoulders.
That is what they tell us but we have both switched places with atlas and each other. When you carry it, I relearn how to breathe. And when it is my turn, you try to get your bones to loosen, your body to move.
The gods see us every day. They know us and they know that we do not belong here. So they tell us we are dust and not to worry and that this is all in our heads.
Well where else would the world be? How else do you expect us to carry it on our shoulders?

What are you, but a mans misintrepretation of divinity. No one deserves to carry the burden of impossible expectations.
You are too kind to be a ruler and too cruel to be a priest. You will have to be a lover, the only thing that can be both at the same time.

I place you at my alter as both prayer and sacrifice in one.
I try to give you away, but you were never mine to own.
But your eyes are too bright to look into and your hands are too cold to hold.

There are stains on my soul form loving you too hard. Stains from when I spilled your blood to keep myself warm and ended up drowning instead.

you always stumble because you're too busy staring the stars and so you never know where you're going. your eyes are always turned towards the old stories and you forget to watch for the future.

2. you have constant spots on your vision from looking at the sky. you're burning away your sight by staring at the sun. it is just another star and it is worth it.

3. even you cannot force neither inspiration nor love. slow down. breathe deep now.

the space between your eyes and the ring around your iris. your dark circles and all the wrinkles you wish you could hide. all tell the story of a life lived. do not run from that.

2. when you speak i hear the wind blowing through the forest and i smell the damp earth after it rains. i see sunsets and i feel the warmth from the sun. in you i know all kinds of terribly beautiful things. in you, i am home.

3. flowers bloom wherever you walk so watch your step.

what if i wrote poetry with an old dip pen
and lived my life

what if i kissed that cute girl
and asked my friend out

would it have consequences?
would i mind?
would i regret it?

would she say yes??

So you took a bite out of your own gun
Spit out the bullet and broke your teeth trying to chew the metal
You bared your teeth; twisted and shattered
But the threat was clear and your smile was sharp
Even if your canines weren't

And I know what you were trying to say
I felt your breath on my ear
And I heard you clearly when you promised me a taste
And I wondered if you were gonna break your teeth on me next
I wondered if you really were as terrible as you wanted me to believe
Or if you were just hiding