"all these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of
your heart, and in that knowledge becomes a fragment of life's heart"

Yes, I cried for you, my dear
it was as useless as smoke
and though I still distort myself
to fit your fantasies - I cry
like the world has cracked
yet still no god can hear my pain
or perhaps I have the heavens at my lips,
as only silence listens

white-lie explosions
silently sway in your eyes
like bursts of surf
blistering the sea

I see you,
looking at me.
like you wish
you could pick the stars
out of my eyes
and give them back
to the sky

to those who sell their soul
for the selfishness of wanting,
this blindness I crave so passionately
if it means to be enraptured
in your twisted ways of love
twisted as these
with this creature
crawling
beneath
my chest

a heart never to be desired
a fact of life
a pattern if you will
and if you walk behind me
picking up my tears
I would be very much
appreciative of it.

you might have to dig
like I had to
retrieving them
from my heart
that beckons for love
to be replenished

I'm so weak right now
weak
in the knees
in the heart

in this pattern
if you will

imaginable embraces clinging
to my clothes







the quote is from
Kahlil Gibran's
"The Prophet"