You cannot just give up religion for lent,
and expect no consequences.
I am in every moment you discard.
You run on insistent consistency,
analytical calculations,
scraps of math equations
pieced together to
form your
functioning
But, you cannot rationalize away my
emotions.
My heart and my affection.
You cannot compartmentalize me,
shave off my soft curved edges
with a butter knife to fit the
labeled angular box you have created for yourself.
I still count even if you’re
making things even.
But I understand,
sometimes my hugs last 3
seconds too long.
--
Luke,
There is no picture
on a box to tell you what you’re
supposed to look like
when all this is over.
You might have built yourself,
but I was born.
I am more than a body.
I am your past,
your perspective
your platelets
your pacemaker
I will never truly
leave.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
You cannot just give up religion for lent,
and expect no consequences.
I am in every moment you discard.
You run on insistent consistency,
analytical calculations,
scraps of math equations
pieced together to
form your
functioning
But, you cannot rationalize away my
emotions.
My heart and my affection.
You cannot compartmentalize me,
shave off my soft curved edges
with a butter knife to fit the
labeled angular box you have created for yourself.
I still count even if you’re
making things even.
But I understand,
sometimes my hugs last 3
seconds too long.
--
Luke,
There is no picture
on a box to tell you what you’re
supposed to look like
when all this is over.
You might have built yourself,
but I was born.
I am more than a body.
I am your past,
your perspective
your platelets
your pacemaker
I will never truly
leave.
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