If a shooting star
were to cross the sky tonight
I'd wish to have you back

Maybe,
in some other dimension,
your lips crave the hollows of my throat
and the sugary taste of my tongue.

But,
my darling,
I am no longer your Alice
and this is no longer Wonderland.

I've always had a way with words.
But you make me
speechless

I used to be a caterpillar
lonely and drab
and then I made my cocoon,
expecting to be beautiful.
I finally broke out of my shell
and all I have to say is
I sure am an ugly butterfly.

There's something I've been meaning to tell you
and I'm sorry
it took me so long to find the right words.

Because

My darling,
not even the stars in the sky
can compare with your beauty.

You can find me dancing on the wind,
walking on graves,
creeping in the shadows.
You might find me tossing rocks at his window
with a pen in my hand
or between my teeth.
Sometimes you'll find me trying on dresses,
drawing finger mustaches,
laughing about nothing.
But you'll always find me in his heart.

The sermon at church this morning was called "I am Jesus, the Good Shepherd" and it got me thinking. In this world of 7 billion people and drugs and alcohol and guns, how am I supposed to find God?
That was a rhetorical question, by the way.
Because I think I've already found him.
With God, you're supposed to feel safe. And pure. And loved. You're supposed to find true happiness and not go astray. You're supposed to be a good little sheep and stay with the flock, where your shepherd is. Your shepherd will feed you and keep you warm and safe.
I feel safe in your arms. Even though I'm far from innocent, I feel pure. I feel loved. I'm happy with you. I haven't gone astray, I've stayed with you. You hold my hand through the valleys of darkness that I must walk through. You will feed me and keep me warm and safe on nights where I just can't sleep and the cold invades my bones and the hollow space between my ribs where my heart should be beating. You'd die for me.
That's how I know that I've found God in you. You're not perfect. You're deeply flawed and above it all, you're still just a teenage boy. But to be completely honest, I think God sent you here just for me. We're meant to love each other, among all the wars and drugs and guns and out of all the 7 billion people out there, we were meant to find each other.
I'm so glad we did.