when i say
“i want you to come home”
i’m talking to the woman
i was always expected to be

i don’t miss her and
i don’t love her
but she would make it
a little less messy.

When someone hurts me by misunderstanding me,
I cry in secret.
Then I act like everything is ok.

Our struggle as humans emerges from the reality of finite being painted on an infinite canvas.

Love
That is twisted fate,
Fly you higher than you've ever flown
Love will pick you up
before
And then drop you
Maybe it will catch you
You'll never know until you are in place 
In faith
Maybe it wasn't love,
What a cruel twisted fate

Now read in reverse

Cherish the scar
that once puzzled
you to believe.

Cherish the scar
that once vexed
you to forgive.

Cherish the scar
that once broke
your heart.

Cherish the scar
that once ripped
you apart.

Cherish the scar
that once was
your haven.

Cherish the scar
for you to take
the risk again.