the few moments I find clarity
she molds effortlessly to doubt
ruthlessly she steals my smile
holds it hostage with my worth

shes the first to say good morning
and the last to say goodnight
clinches harder to my body
when I focus on the light

*She finds her clarity in the moments I lose mine

two men greet a young woman
she smiles
they become weak
leap onto her fingertips
and bathe inside her beauty
she wears that beautiful smile like a crown
jewels glisten
she is art

there is nothing in the world I would rather do
than spill my tragic and triumphant truth
on purpose
writing tricked me into loving me,
let me believe that I am here
right now
*on purpose

my god,
you are magnificent

to think,
I stumbled across your soul,
before I even met mine

let me explain
you see, I spent
so much of my time
drowning
so that my friends would float
I lost my tongue
in search of a voice
to call my own

and my god,
is it silly of me to think,
that maybe when I met you
I finally met me