The heights of which my heart doth soar
Above the clouds golden topped from the sun
A place it has never traversed before
Encompassing the loving light angel spun
This creates a tapestry of stars at night
On opposite ends these figures dance
They could not withstand their light so bright
On a hallowed eve they met happenchance
The luck of that night one couldn't believe
Two hearts of gold with stories to be told
Through each other's experiences they sieve
To retrieve the treasured stores untold
So it may be sacred and kept aside
For it is precious beyond compare
To be cherished along this ride
A union of souls through fire shall fare

Teach me to
swim
in the
sound-waves
of your voice.

I want you to
pick something.
It can be anything:
integrity,
last Thursday,
your grandmother's
socks.
I don't care what it is
but I want you to
pick that something
out of all the
other somethings
and I want you to
believe in it,
I want you to
scrunch your eyes
up tight and
slow your breathing and
put all your energy
into that singular
belief.
And while you are
busy believing in that
something
I will believe
in you.

Why should I come to you,
With my heart in my hands,
Only for you to take it from me,
And pull on my heart strings,
Making me,
A puppet of love.

Why should I look to you,
To see your face,
Only for you to turn it from me,
Your beauty is so intense,
Making me,
A sucker for love.

Why should I call to you,
And give you my name,
Only for you to throw it at me,
Like a weapon of war,
Making me,
A casualty of love.

Why do I love you,
With all of my heart?

You called yourself a philosopher—but
The only depth you cared about
was intravenous.



*The boy who loved God too much,
he tried to find Him

in his head.