Truest of Love
gets willingly
on it's knees.

"It might seem the only answer
is spilling your heartbeat
across the floor.

But before you do,
close your eyes and feel
every triumphant beat
your heart makes.

Don't tell me we
weren't born to
taste victory."

if this is a warzone,
then call it a warzone.

And I know I'm not alone whenever I feel chills rush up my arms
and down my spine.
And I know that all of this time I've
spent by myself will not go unnoticed or in vein.
I used to believe that the burdens we carry and all of the things we have lost were just part of some elaborate game of give and take.
                    But I see now,
          and I believe now;
we are not the mistakes that
we made yesterday.

It's never quite right, he said, the way people look,
the way the music sounds, the way the words are
written.
It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are
taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we
die, all the lives we live,
they are never quite right,
they are hardly close to right,
these lives we live
one after the other,
piled there as history,
the waste of the species,
the crushing of the light and the way,
it's not quite right,
it's hardly right at all
he said.

don't I know it? I
answered.

I walked away from the mirror.
it was morning, it was afternoon, it was
night

nothing changed
it was locked in place.
something flashed, something broke, something
remained.

I walked down the stairway and
into it.