my heart, your hands
--
alone, I hear you crying,
crying in the dark, struggling to
rise, to rinse the dirt away and
emerge, to be the person you
were so fond of dreaming you
would be. how can I hold you back?
how could I even venture to think
such blasphemous thoughts?
you are far too perfect, far too
kind, gentle, a true angel
in the midst of my evil.
--
alone, I hear you crying,
crying in the dark, struggling to
rise, to rinse the filth away and
emerge, to be the person no one
could have guessed you
could be. you refuse to hold me back,
but I wish, just for a moment, that
you could see you have done the
opposite; you have freed me, set
my soul on fire, my true angel,
sparing me from my evil.
