For you,
I would tie rocks to my ankles.
For you,
And without hesitation,
I would plunge into the Atlantic Ocean.
You've been alone for so long
I'd off myself to make things fair.
For you,
And only you,
I'd auction you off to a museum because I promised myself I wouldn't be selfish with you.
For you,
The lit flames burn blue.
For you,
And because you're the only thing keeping me alive,
The oxygen you fill my lungs with also turns my heart blue.
For you,
I keep a jar of butterflies inside my closet.
They'll survive forever as will our love.
For you,
I'd finally attend Sunday mass just to preach of the way your hands feel when they're grasping mine.
A real sacrament.
For you,
People will begin choosing intimacy over prayer.
See, you make people rethink their choices.
You're the reason behind my never ending pulse.
It's because of you that the fire in my heart burns blue.
For Anthony
June 21, 2014
Your mom inspired this poem.
She came up with the title before I had even written it.