can i not bore into my temple
and remove the bitterest parts
of myself when they scream?

am i forced to witness their decaying
motions as they spoil and rot
every good thing I feel?

i say no, because i am worth more
than unspoken disdain, disgust,
unpleasantry.

fingertips to burdened lips,
I unsilence them and free the raindrop
words that ache to revive the good
behind the hurt.

paintbrush smattered in an ugly
paint of purely human creation,
no divinity in its intent, paints
a picture of a me that doesn't like me.

but it washes off in realization
that water is love is truth.
and that truth, beyond me
and in me, is good.

Your ship,
Is not mine to sail,
I am only damaged goods,
And you're not.

I'll hand over this flower,
Any day, any given time.
To remind you with,
The Magnolia in my name.

And,

The Magnolia in my hand,
A gift for yours to take,
The symbol of our tomorrow,
Our forevermore.

If I could turn back time,
If I could turn back,
If I could turn,
If I could,
If I,
If.

Do you love me?
I commit to you
From the core of my being
I commit to you
I commit to your well-being
to your good
in all its multitudinous facets
Emotion comes and goes as the wind blows
But, what is love if not a commitment of the heart?

The Mystic Lamb moves

him much, so I keep looking --


at his emotion.