Your touch was
e l e c t r i f y i n g

I feel it still
On my face
On my neck
On my arm
On my back

I can't even remember
What we said or
Where you touched, but
I feel it still,
And it was
e l e c t r i f y i n g
What do you do when
Your heart and mind conflict?
When your heart so clearly
Feels the hurt, yet Logic says that
They're right? How can one
Deny oneself yet live to fight
Another day?
Something is wrong and I
Don't know if I'll be on the boat
Much longer.
It's so strange how the voices of support
Mix in with the voices of discontent and
Yet you feel neither love or hate when
You look around, you just feel

Infinitely alone.
I can be passionate,
Kiss with the sting of an onion
Or whisper with the soft voice of the moon. I can
Caress one like a bed of grass and
Surprise you like the morning dew, I can be
Crazy like a lover, I can be
Crazy just like you.

And I can cry like the falls and
Weep like a drizzle, I can
Whimper in the night just like a
Flame about to fizzle. I can
Hurt like a rock, yet show
The face of a stone, and yet you'd
Still accuse me of having an agenda-like tone.

Can't you
See that I'm not in some
Dirty secret love. No, I've
Not fallen into some kind of
Dirty secret love.
This is pure, this is true, though this ain't
Who I choose to be,
But I live with it because it's me.
Yeah, it's me.

I do pray
Fervent like a priest and serve with
Passion like a dog. Sometimes I
Burn through all my weekends trying to
Steal a glimpse of God. And yet
Despite all my prayers, all my
Begging to be gone, I am
Here, not yet with the Lord.
But yes, I do truly want the Lord.

And yes, I cry like the falls and I do
Weep like a drizzle, sometimes I
Whimper in the night just like a
Flame about to fizzle. I do
Hurt like a rock, yet show
The face of a stone, but without Him
I'd still feel alone.
Without Him,
I am truly alone.

Can't you
See that I'm not in some kind of
Dirty secret love. No, I'm not
Stuck mindlessly in some
Dirty secret love.
This is pure, this is true, and it's
Who I choose to be,
Sp I live with it because it's me.
Yeah, it's me.

Yeah, it's me.

Just like DNA, it's intertwined,
These conflicting pillars of my life.
Why should they wrestle for my core
When I feel there's so much more?
Can't you see that it would break me
If I gave up either now? Yet how'd I
Love right from the centre if I
Can't live with myself?

So I just cry like the falls, now never
Weep like a drizzle, I do
Whimper in the night because my
Flame's about to fizzle. And I
Hurt like a rock and show
The face of a stone, because
How can I live with myself?
Oh tell me, how do I live with myself
When I can't even just love?
Can't you see if I question too much
It'd unlock too many doors, a window and a step to death?
Love shouldn't need to be a dirty little secret you
Stuff under the carpet, for a flower, stifled, would
Also die eventually.
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.
The state of Florida is now home to the two most deadly mass shootings in American history. Pulse Nightclub was attacked in my city, I have friends who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas in Parkland. My little sister often fears going to school. I'm afraid to graduate and leave her. I want to be able to protect her if something happens. I hate that we have a reason to be afraid... That it's reasonable to have these fears. I hate it so f*cking much.
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