All the love poems in the world wouldn't be enough.

stand up at the podium
and tell everyone
I was mad

there was not a single cell
in her body that was sane

*Each molecule was rabid
Each word out of the mouth
breathed in another's pain,
another's thoughts, another's foot
another's absolute, down to Earth
truth

She gladly swallowed razor blades
and never once, coughed up blood
She sought to hold all pain
beneath a heart that would never gain
truth

She was insane

Truth

Music is the hidden voice inside us
not just what we're thinking, but how we're thinking it, too
and it's a secret look into the depth of someone's psyche
an intensely personal glance
into what you have in common
with other humans-
what it is that makes their heart beat faster,
like yours does,
when you see that girl, or that boy.
It's this deep soul-connection you have
with the person dancing beside you, because they
have different stories but the same feelings
and that's the closest we can get to love.
By the very nature of the act,
there's nothing impure, nothing untruthful, nothing wrong.
"What is it that makes you feel alive?"
"...I'll play you a song."