You called yourself a philosopher—but
The only depth you cared about
was intravenous.



*The boy who loved God too much,
he tried to find Him

in his head.

winter comes along
makes me wish you were laying in my chest
with my arm around you
laying in bed
listening to the sound of the wind whistle through the cracks
sipping hot chocolate
listening to calm music
kissing when its dark
when the sun goes down and you cant see the snow
not until it smashes into the window
when its so cold that frost creeps around the corners of the glass
when you can exhale onto it and draw faces while it lasts
then they disappear
but you know that they're still there
all they need is a little heat and they will once again appear
winter makes me love more
makes me feel a way i thought i lost
love, lust
hope, trust
but before you know it the snow will melt
and so will us

He says he is worthless
broken
empty
alone

yet, I can only see that he is worth all the stars in the sky
and isn't that a wonderful thing
people look up at you
and even in the darkest moment
it's the glimmer in your eye
that makes the nights
not so long

I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise,
and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh
and light lanterns along your spine
so you know there's nothing but light
when I see you