this world has cut me.
i stand looking at it,
wide eyed as the blood runs down from the wound.
world, have you betrayed me?
how could you do this to me?,
i hear myself ask. and as it hold the knife,
I hear it retort “he told you i would”.
and i look to him
and he’s the only one still there.
i feel sad still,
i really wanted him to be wrong about the world.
the goodness of it,
the potential of it.
but now i see he is right.
he's always been right.
And the world will not suffice.
eventually, it'll belong under his feet
Like all things.
So I grab his hand,
still saddened that the world would hurt me.
And crying,
I walk with him.
he doesnt say anything,
but i know
he understands.
I love him, but so sadly i walk with him.
And he knows the feeling all too well.

I’ve been awakened to a new chamber of his heart.