You're all my dreams,
but also my nightmares,
where you leave me behind.

My world in your hands,
it's easy to hold,
but also so easy to drop.

Those feelings,
those thoughts:
Get out of my head,
and you, get in instead.

I want to crawl inside your chest
and start the beating of your heart,
the pounding of a drum
to spark the stars against the dark.

I want to walk through all your memories
to find your hopes for me,
a wishing well of all the things
you taught me how to be.

I want to climb inside your lungs
where I first learned how to breathe,
show them how to work again
and teach them how to dream.

I want to run among your stories
and teach them how to fly,
a trick to hear your voice again,
just a whisper or a sigh.

I want to lay inside your arms
rocking with the tides,
where pain can never find you
and your love can never die.

Explosions onto the page
Instead of rage.
The pen stems the violence
Scribbling kills the silence
Sometimes this skin and bone
Is a cage.
The war we rage is to be heard
The pitter patter of words
Which fall like rain
Permeates our soul
Like small explosions of raindrops
Which explode onto skin and the ground.

even the worst days
are good days
with you in my life.