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.