Should one cast out all darkness
in another containing light?
Or is darkness oh so necessary,
and this is simply not my fight?
I found you unexpectedly,
in a field of bundled hay
which unraveled with your touch.

You chose me and I chose you,
so why is it that it seems like news
every time that you say, "I love you,"?
You told me we are forever,
but that was months ago...
& with all the changing weather,
you never know who wants to go.

They always make me leave first.
Is it me? Am I blind?...
I'm dying like the fall leaves' thirst;
Do you love my body or my mind?
I guess it could be much worse,
so why am I so skeptical?

They say "when you know, you just know,"
and you are such a fine spectacle,
but something deep down cries;
Maybe I'm a perfectionist.
I want you so much more
than I could ever speak with words,
I try to draw it out,

but everything just comes in herds,
and I'd hate to overwhelm you,
because you are the reason I even speak.
But my heart is aching every day;
my love is strong, but I am weak.
I've got so much care to give;
My doctor told me I'm an addict.

He meant much more than drugs.
I say love is madness.
We always change the ones we love
and put them in a vase
above all of our accomplished goals,
water them down until they grow old.
What is love? Am I sold?

when we are always shifting.
How do I choose
the man of my gifting?
I ache at the thought of going
just one day without your lips,
when all is healed just with your kiss.
Are you enough? Am I?

Speak to me. Why silence?
Your darkness consumes my light,
but then your breath awakens
and my stomach becomes tight.
I briefly forget what's wrong from right,
and sink away in your bliss.
I see the cracks,

and there is a god shining through;
I worship you.