This is going to be a ******* good poem.
You can tell by the language. ******* good ****.
This poem is going to be deep.
So deep, sometimes, the hardest thing to do is to
think about it, so hard,
you're not even thinking about it.
Not anymore. Because this poem is going to be about love.
And how love is great.
And how love is forever.
And how love is love.
****. (This is a ******* good poem.)

But sometimes love is sad.
Yes. (You should snap here.)
Sometimes love is hard.
**** yes. (You should really snap here.)
Sometimes love just is, because love has to be, and when
love just has to be, well, ****.
You know?

I mean, I don't even have to say anything stimulating,
or thoughtful, right?
You guys get it. You guys
understand.
You guys know what I'm talking about,
so what's the point
in writing something you'll have to
think about. I mean, think about it. You'll just
figure it out eventually.
So, I'll just spell it out for you.

This is a ******* good poem.
And I'll bet you ******* like it.
Whether you ******* get it or
whether you ******* don't.

The last time
I lost myself
I found
My soul

You're changing this cocoon heart
The butterflies are too big for my stomach
so they venture to the ends of my being
I’m growing wingtips for fingertips that flutter when you laugh
And in the moments I make your eyes smile, I fly
All the while, unraveling the most fragile strands of myself
Like string simply because
The only thing holding me is your hands

I am a kite
I ascend to the top of the universe with mirth, unafraid of falling,
And fall, I do
I fall over and over again every time your cheeks blush
And every time you bring me back down to Earth
You bring me in, and you hold me close
And what puts my mind at ease is
Our ribs are starting to fit together like puzzle pieces
Our hearts are fusing like science I can’t comprehend,
But if God was a card dealer, I’d understand, because
God dealt me the very,
Very best hands

Your hands
that shock mine every time I touch them
And when that happens we never fail to search
For the sparks in each other’s eyes
We peer into each other’s souls
Finding atoms that fizz like fireworks
I am finding God in your electricity
We hold still for the Lord
But absolutely nothing about this is static

I am the ocean
There is more life swimming inside of me than anyone’s ever seen
And somehow you are still more astonishing
You are the moon
From dust, God made you to hold me
You push and pull me
Like tides, gently rocking me to sleep
We are standing still
But love is not something we can stop if we squeeze

Like trying to catch rivers in our bare hands
We’re finding it more enchanting to catch each other’s raindrops on our tongues
Because we are water cycles, and some days
We are drenched in this love
Finding it ironic how our torrential downpours only lift us up
So, we hold hands
Run through the rain
And know that no matter how hard we squeeze
It will never stop

I want to go dancing
I want my feet to sing louder than my voice
I want them to sing in tune with the colors your lips make when you sing
Because I’m so close to colorblind that the rest of my senses are heightened
And nothing tastes sweeter than the
Rainbows you whisper on my eardrums

But I want to feel softer than this
I want to touch subtler than two magnets never ever can
But still have the same fervor
I want our ribs to feel less like rickety fences
And more like toy xylophones
Or the color spectrum

So one day we’ll have mapped out each other’s blues
And we can truly say, we’re on the same wavelength
So that one day,
Our hearts will beat lullabies on our skeletons,
Reminding us even the hard things in life can be beautiful
If we let it

I know that fuzzy feels cozy
And change can be crippling
But as I dream stars through the silk sheets
I hold your hand
And pray you won't supernova in the morning

I am nothing
I can no longer think that
There are people who care
A person must accept they are alone
I refuse to believe that
I am loved
I was born imperfect
It does not matter to me that
I will die with hate in my heart
It is impossible for me to conceive that
There is a loving, saving God
The only thing I know to be undeniable is that
Life has taken away every good thing
And it is no longer true that
God is there for me
I'm not sure of much, but I am sure that
I was born broken, with nothing to believe in

Then I met Jesus, and he built me back up from the bottom

we are two
corner pieces

i keep forcing
together
and i don't care if

i can see
the final picture

every day
i grind down my teeth

until a soft bite is what you need
and i shred the
skin off my lips until

you can
sink down in