comfort.

Coming to from a hazy dream

hands run across my face

My worst fear 

has been confirmed

The fear that I’m still okay

Conjuring the destructive force

of a hundred burning stars

whatever it takes 

to raise the stakes

to bring me where you are

Control corrupts conjunctive space

evokes from us sublime distaste 

no holy in us

disgust discussed

we choke on our defining traits

These habits find familiar veins

anachronisms from simpler days

when ‘woe is you’

was ‘woe is me’

awash in dark like a moon phase

My weakness,

my mind

My weakness 

is my pride

If only you could cry today

everyone would know

the sign that you're about to break

You're human, after all

I guess I should be grateful

for you have shown me you

and I am so conflicted

I don't know what to do

To crawl into your reality

to make it my new home

has proven far less difficult

than living in my own

So i will simply sit here

with one hand on your back

the other gently wiping tears

saving words in a cache

Our weakness,

our youth

Our weakness,

is our truth

If I could pass for an honest man

I’d give my gratitude

as long as you are on this land

I’ll always have a muse

You have eyes that never close

even when you sleep

reverence is apropos 

I should kneel at your feet

In the spirit of Dionysus 

you requested me to play

as if I needed license 

as is you had to wait

Shed tears as accompaniment 

in happiness, in grief

and I will steal your hurt for a bit

a good old fashioned thief

Your weakness, 

your pain

Your weakness

is your strength