A chronic sickness,
So sick in the head.
Lost in my hate,
Getting pleasure from dread.
What you have done to me, 
I am so grateful.
Made me cold, disconnected, 
This feeling, so sweet.
Before I was weak, in every eye and heart.
With just a few words I was torn apart.
With what you've done I'm not right in the head,
My feelings are pushed into something else, 
Lust, anger, and numbness instead.
Thank you for making me mad.
So completely insane.
Life seems so much better, 
Without a functioning brain...

I have always been one to run.
When feelings of love wash toward me in warm waves,
I become worried and bound away fast.
His arms keep me from leaving.
His stare holds my eyes and ties me close.
I watch him laughing and my stomach flips.
"Be careful."
"Don't let it hurt again."
And yet, his touch brushes my thoughts away.
His grasp, you're mine
His kiss, don't leave
His warm demeanor brings me back, close to him.
When he's away I still feel his soft lips on mine,
his heat that warms me.
He does not leave me.
So I hold my breath and dive.
Because falling is only frightening when there is no one to catch you.
*I'll catch you everytime, dear

Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved,--
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,--
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

I flipped the page again to be sure.
The end of a book.
A good book.  A great book.

I am alive with the accomplishment,
given the hero and his world life
as only a reader can give writing.

And I am high off the closing,
the victorious snap of covers.
I glow with the sweat of life.

But every high has its crash,
inevitably, when I realized
a whole world I laid asleep.

*But when you gave that world life,
giving its word a home to thrive,
its gospel lives beyond its pages.