My mind is currently a worrying balance
Of love and hate.

Find someone, broken people,
Who fills your mind with stars,
Who allows the cosmos into your veins
Without ever breaking your skin.
Never settle for anything or anyone less,
Than a creature who cocoons you
And holds you,
When  your sky is falling down.

Beneath this mask there is more than flesh.
Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr Creedy,
And ideas do not die.