Words,
When I can't say them, I write them
And when I write, I am consumed
in the beauty of written expression.

Words,
so often taken for granted
Yet these are my saving grace
Written words are my therapy.

The farther I wander
the less I know
the world is wild clamour
its themes are shallow

Come close this time
To question my breaths
And hear the whispers of your name
Between the distances of those unnamed breaths and soundless sighs.

Sometimes
You meet the right people
At the wrong times.


That thing could’ve worked
If it was a bit later,
Or maybe a bit sooner.

Maybe
We would’ve worked
If it was at a different time
In a different place.
With different people

Maybe
We could’ve lasted.

Maybe
You were the right person
At the wrong time.

If demons looked like demons,
evil would be rare.
It's the demons dressed like angels,
that you must beware.

This rawness
The salt of life
In all my wounds.
Of this existence.
The obstacles and trials
Of being human.
Are too much but in one...
the same and
Enough.

I can lose my wealth.
I can lose it all.
I will still be rich.
Just having you to love.

The sun can stay dim.
The moon don't have to glow.
I still see light.
Just having you to love.

All our substances?
Is built within one another?
And it's just not about us being lovers.
It much, much more.

We have the support of one another.
And with growth, it has deepened more.
And just having you to love.
It is more than enough.