her silence had conquered me
she allowed that i should build a tower of sandstone
she allowed that she would grant me the sea and its grandeur
and that the sea should ever beat upon the door like hunger
calling me to take my place in her dark halls
for she had once said that it was natural
that a man should hunger and strive
she allowed that i could have these
things for she was kind in her way
so it was a craftsman's eye she set to
stitch this raggedy man

when at last i stole away in early hours
and paid truth's price in coins of otherworldly realms
she spoke to me with such stern regrets haunting her voice
she said that you must return to your birthright
now you must tear down this tower
and see and speak what lay at its base
so the sea cannot wash away
the world cannot grow gardens over it
you must uproot it and lay it in the sunlight
you must weep as innocence would
as innocence should

she lead me to that place in the gardens grove
and set to clearing the stones
revealing the artwork carved
and the stain embedded
set to revealing the flawed man
set to revealing the nature of his inner gears
for none can be free untill they have found freedom within
and this long hour i sit and pray
that night will end
at long last
at this healers hand

You're falling and i'm hurting,
please tell me, is it because i care too much or just simply
act like i do;
because apart from compassionate detachment,
i don't have a clue.
Though, just maybe, perhaps, probably-
deep down i do,
and always will
love you.
(even when you don't)
And you're drowning when you're holding onto my foot
and you're pulling me down
just like before.
I'm suffocating, stuttering, i'm dying,
i'm kicking you off.
And i am so, so sorry
i could not(or would you tell me that i just would not)
keep your lips
from turning blue.