They said,
"Don’t fall for a soldier,
For the war will take them,"
And when I married,
They said,
“Don’t give them a child for they will not know their father,”
And when her blue eyes looked up at my tears,
I said,
“Let me tell you a story…”

I Am before you,
On bended knee,
With this crown not upon my head,
But in my hands, stretched out.

Take it—if I’m no longer worthy,
And let it not return from whence it came.

This is to remind me,
That I’m nothing without you,
That honor is the word for love,
On the mouth of all soldiers.

Bloodied fists,
Chipped Nails,
Torn skin,
And yet nothing.

The wall,
It stands in silence,
A mental masonry masterpiece,
My own suffering by design.

I collapse to the ground,
And look at the sky,  
To watch the dust settle,
And then I realize,
The wall is crumbling,
Slowly…

Maybe we were a blink of an eye,
But in it I took a million breaths.

Skin; Silk,
Lips; Warm.

How much do you remember?
How much do I?

If you watch sidewalk long enough,
Others passing by will seem like droplets,
Racing one another,
Dancing their way through this urban chaos,
Merging when they can,
On their journey home.

And when light asked,
“Where shall I rest?”
I pointed in her direction,
And glowed did she,
All her curves and edges,
Dimples and hair strands,
All for which my song was written,
Was illuminated.

We look at what's left of each other,
Replaced by filters, edits, lies,
Of what we hope to be,
Or what we hoped to be.

Loud are our imperfections,
Their incessant buzzing,
Like flies inside our minds.