I asked you
To trust me
Not knowing
You would be
The one
To teach me
What trust was
Neutral tyrants
Drink themselves
To the bottom
Of the glass
I pray only
That the well
Will not run
Dry

Will we be angels too
When the heavens are emtpy
Crossroads of empty streets
Will not bear
The body of Nazareth
We remember our shame
As children
Like nothing else
What do we hold
In common with monsters
Will we ever covet
The exhibition of kidness
Not only the reception of it
Are you willing
To be an imperfect
Example of compassion
While whole human
And partly humble

I once begged
God
And the universe
To cling to my mortality
Now I know
To even begin
To know peace
You must give up yourself
Only from nothing
Is something built
After so much time
Do we ever truly disentangle
Do we ever really split
Like the trunks of two oaks
We are wrapped together
Who could tell
Our branches apart
And if one dies
The embrace of love lost
Is held
Until the latter passes too
It would be
My greatest aching
For you to pass
Before we are through

These words
Are my testament
My everlasting ode
To attempt sanity
Clinging to the edge
Of my mind chasms
I have fallen before
I will do it again
Sending my thoughts out
Only words return
Only words

Maybe self-love is allowing yourself to cry as much as you want to.