What is that
he said
as his fingertips
brushed
lightly
above my heart
scar tissue
I said
I am lucky I am
not dead

you're not like anyone else
neither am i
so stop comparing me to the people of your past
and i won't compare you to mine

i hate you
for not knowing
how i feel

i hate you
for seeing
you everyday

i hate you
for feeling'
this way

i hate you
for believing
that you feel
the same

Enough then
I don’t need your permission
    Or a final whisper from lips that raised all my dead

The cathedral in my heart that I lifted up for you
   And filled with all my lonely ghosts
     It burns tonight

And tomorrow
  The Beginning
    The Work
      The Empire