"Language is a virus" said the artist.

Meanwhile, in the next room,
physicians are arguing
over a diagnosis.

Their words

are not the glue

sealing your fate.

Things will get better
I whispered to myself

& I still wait
Until
That day it will

But you see
You are missing everything
That passes you by
Because you won't stop
Thinking about that day
You wish would come

you keep thinking & thinking
About life getting better & wanting more

That you forget to
Look at the things you have already
& you have to remind yourself
Things are the best it could be
At the moment
Because there are those
Who have it worse

And the things you wait for
May not come
But you will receive other
Things that not everyone has

Things that you didn't wish for

Things that get you through
Without you realizing it

**& that's what everyone seems To forget

I wanted to know what your lips felt like
I wanted to know what your hips felt like
I wanted to know how good you'd feel pressed up against me
I wanted to see in the morning with the sun peeking through your windows and onto your face
I wanted to know what your deepest darkest fears are
How you cry
How you scream
What you do when your alone
I want to know your mind
I want to know your heart more than i want to know mine