He asked me if I believed in god today
And I smiled
And stirred my coffee
And shrugged off the question
And avoided his gaze.

I walked home today
Twisting the ring on my finger
Listening to the music in the distance
Someone's playing a piano on the street
And I sat next to an old man and listened.

He drew on his pant leg with a marker
And looked wistfully at the sky
Holes in his hat and
No shoes on his feet
And I asked him if he believed in god

He looked at me
With a wrinkled face that had seen many lives
And pointed to the ******* the piano
And smiled at me
And said "This is god", and nothing more

So there I sat
With an old man and a little ******* the piano
And my feet were hot
So I gave him my shoes
And bid him adieu

So I walked back home
And looked him in the eyes
And said I met god
And he looked at me
And we went on with our lives

I am me
no construct can constrict
me to its limits
I am me
my being flows
with the tide
my being wanes with
the moon
I am me

In the eras of men
I will fall on the doorstep
of man
but I am man
and I woman
I am me

I am the flow of water in the delta
I am the drought of disbelief
in the desert
I am me

If the age forgets
my presence while it begets
the future on a son or daughter
of eternity
in my place
I am at peace
because I am me
And they smile
if they are worth my while
they are me
and I am bliss

I give my heart to you
I know you are there
Waiting in the dark
Even as crazy as the world is
I feel your spirit inside me
Guiding and influencing me
No matter what people might say
Or what people might think
I know your spirit is real
I know you are in my heart
Shining out and healing me along the way
Giving me the light and the love
To show to a world that is in the dark
Being a beacon of light and hope
To the people of the world
And the people around me
I thank you for allowing me to be
Your vessle for love and light
Allowing me to offer love
Through me from you
Even through everything
I have been through
I know you are real
And guiding my steps
That's why I will continue
To give myself to you
Feeling your heart
And your love shaping in me
A little more day by day

Show me all the scars you have,
and the stories behind them

I want to see the scars on your fingers.
And hear about all the demons you had to fight off with your bare hands.
did you win?

I want to see the scars on your back.
From all the people who have ever hurt you.
And how I vow to not add to that collecetion.

I want to see the scars on your heart.
well i can't see them, but i can assure you i feel them.
those are the scars that hurt the most and im  sure some of those wounds are still open.

And i want to see the scars on your face.
those distinct markings that give you your features.
those marking that say you were not afraid to get up close and get hurt
for a reason you saw fit.

Will you show me all your scars?
I wont try to fix them, i promise.
because i know some of them you hold dear.
you can give me any scar you want though. i want a reminder of you.
i wont flinch, it won't even hurt.
Im used to it, so cut as deep as you want.

Darling, show me all your scars.

I lied when I told you
that I was okay, that
colors were still colors
and that my thoughts
were still pure.

you should've known better,
dear, that I am the dirtiest
form of clean, gritty smile
and the inescapable nature
of a poet.

don't look so surprised
at the words that bounce
off the roof of my mouth.
I know you shudder at
my carelessness, at my
inclination to destruction,
but don't look at me that way,
darling.

don't come around,
if you can't thrive on decay.
don't think twice about leaving,
I never promised you a martyr.

The weight removed
From my very chest
Heavy and debilitating  
                Breathe
My thoughts silenced
Only for a moment
Then back again
                Breathe
Self hatred inside
My soul being drained
Earthly body fragile
                 Breathe
Breakable with touch
The weight lifted
Lungs are full
                **Breathe

Darkness came before the sun fell,
I never saw the eclipse in your heart
Fate turned you against me quietly,
Like the flattered fool I played my part

From the depths of surrender you resurrected grace,
My siren song, your heartbeat
Only I never understood exactly what I had become,
Just a convenient source of heat
Fire and light were born in the space between our eyes,
My soul the freely given fuel
But ice found purchase, in the abyss underneath lust,
Driving love into a frozen pool
Kicking furiously, driven by some Romeo complex,
I would have reached dry land
Yet as my eyes dropped below the surface I saw you.
And you never reached out a hand.

My eyes have betrayed me before though, love.
And I'm willing to assume they have again...
Our kiss is more important than our lips now,
A symbol of something that's never been.

My words are a never-ending ocean of instability,
Dark water like cursed wine
And at this Mass of souls I'll remain in sin gladly,
If only you are still truly mine
Because the words are something more than I am,
Clutching blindly at your sadness
They are the eternal record of your perfect beauty,
And a chronicle of my madness
I once believed that I could stop the world for you,
That such power would win you;
But my faith was never enough to break destiny,
And, in my heart, I always knew.

So when the first flowers of hope are finally dead,
And you have already forgotten my eyes;
I only hope one constant truth remains with you,
None of my promises were intentional lies.
Remember, when you feel thunder shake the world,
That something like this never truly dies.