When the words in my head
Don't make any sense
But they rhyme

Glory is the indefinable
Often untouchable, presence of God
Laid upon those who have
Reined in freedom, lost suffering; for
You can only reflect what you look at.

To feel like something is lacking, a something
that keeps you in line, a something that helps
you to think, a blunt "no" from a blunt someone

To turn up your headphones as loud as they can go
only to realize that your eyes are still open

Apparently, my phone has a problem with my listening to Hamilton...

When you're sad they never text first
But not surprised

To need
what you don't
necessarily
want.

I need you.

To see a heart as it really is-
A pumping mesh of blood and tissue-
And know that love,
The truest kind,
Is disconnected.