I heard a whisper.
a thought like dust
caught the air of my breath
and landed on every heartbeat still beating for something more than themselves.
a rationale.
a stable refuge.
these are the things I imbue.
nocturnal nonsense swirled about
until your gaze caught my thoughts.
I saw your eyes behind mine.
emancipated, delegated, underrated and unillustrated,
how can I better express myself.
I lost myself trying to lose you.
I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders
to your front door step and left it with a key.
Walk a mile in my shoes and still ask me who's the enemy.
I am.
I am my own downfall.
masquerades never suited me
yet I still wore it with agony.
Antagonized from every side,
the lies lie far between you and I.
I succeeded in forgetting something that never happened
and got trapped inside those angel eyes.
remain a nuisance, my misguided matrimony.
gravity awaits,
for we are all destined to fall.

Your ideals side by side with the rhythm of your stride,
misericorde,  
what have I stumbled across.
In the middle of the road,
you struck a pose
so vividly natural,
it's as if the outline of your being
burst forth from your physicality
and sang songs of love
and integrity.
all in accord to say, you gave me no other choice,
but to fall for you and the warmth of your smile.
even the ground murmurs with jealousy
because gravity has no effect on what you stand for;
love, understanding, equivalence and so on...

I am the king of bad jokes and cigarette butts.
I'm holding a beer in my left hand and my pride in my right,
take them both, for I no longer have need for the one in my right
and I figured you were thirsty.
I hope that on your journey home, you experience the fact that love is not just a word.
That we were put on this rock for something more than the bubble sized universes we shove our insecurities into.
I hope you shrug off the pain of the life you've lived and sweep yourself off of your feet.
know that you are worth being loved.
all of you are worth being loved.
if you're reading this,
or hearing it,
or writing it,
or ignoring it,
know that you are worth more than what the world tries to tell you.
know that this thing called courage is a double edged sword, both sides sharp with the intent to pick you up off of the floor and to keep moving because the weight of my sorrows have crippled me more times than I'd like to remember,
and my feet bare callouses from my lack of sitting still,
and my journey has only just begun
so can I share it with you?
will you share yours with me?

If what I gave would serve to satisfy
that push and pull of splendour,
seated in the throne rooms of my heart,
I think my life would trickle to a halt.