My heart was made for breaking
Like soft warm bread,
One piece for the living and one for the dead
And one for the sun in the sky up above
How many times must I fall in love?
One for the mum who I met in the street
And one for the snake that lies at my feet
One for each morning and one for each night
And the rest for the ones who forgot how to fight

Picture this.
The edge of a summers day stretched out along the curve of a beach
Sun beaming out like a heartbeat
Steady and warm from its place on the lip of the horizon
I follow that curve until I find you there,
Warm from the sun
.
The crackle of a driftwood bonfire, that surges a million sparkling prayers out into the deepening sky
does not create anywhere near the amount of sparks as we do
When I catch that soft look in your eye

"OhPlease", I say,
Looking deep into the darkest nights
Searching, reaching for the faintest lights
.
Let my downfall be my softness
Let it be that I loved too much
Let me find the beautiful parts of broken souls
And let those souls consume me.
.
Let me feed the hungry.
.
And scandalize the righteous.
To hold those deemed not worth holding
Let me become the monster
Who might forgive the unforgivable
.
Let my trust in the betrayer
Throw me from my throne
I trusted the traitor,
Let me not be alone

I thought it would be
An impossibility
That you wouldn’t inspire me
To write more poetry
But you don’t care to see
So I’m really only writing for me
I suppose that’s the best way to be
Self-inspired poetry
But unfortunately
I am mostly bored by me
How can I not be?
When I am always stuck with me
Now I’m mostly bored with you
You give me nothing to believe
Nothing new to see
And when you share the same old thing
It’s rarely

A cognitive shift
Seeing the reality.
A state of awe
With transcendent quality.

When hit by the truth -
An overwhelming emotion.
Appreciation of beauty,
Increased sense of connection.

Shift in self-concept,
It could be transformative.
Sense of fragility
From a different perspective.