We will all be okay

Love will win another day

But for now

Let’s find a soft place to lay.

These were the words

He handed me

With a tear in his eye

And a quiver on his lips

He kissed me

And I thought that meant

He was going to choose to stay.

So I was surprised

When he started to walk away.

Now none of us

Will ever be the same.

Maybe if you cried so hard

your tears turned into acid.

Burned your face,

and left deep scars-

Maybe I’d forgive you.

You found me on that bridge

a note tucked in the ground.

But you gave me a rock

said the earth could be

not an ending but a start.

Maybe if you punched a wall

and your bones

like glass, they shattered

seeing them on the floor-

Maybe I’d forgive you.

I loved your warmth,

came down from that ledge

but then you said goodbye.

I threw that stone back at you

and just like you it vanished.

So maybe if you came to me

and told me that you hurt.

With cut up wrists

and a bloodshot soul-

Maybe I’d forgive you.

Is it too much?

That I saw Heaven

and still would rather

pop a pill than deal

with the devil telling me

that I will never be enough?

Because sometimes pain and shame

weigh more than hope and faith.

Redemption just sounds like a word

they use to comfort Lucifer's slaves.

And I can only feel God

when guilt eats through

my skin and into my heart.

I don't have a bad heart

but while I'm on this earth

there will be scars and hurt

that tear me apart.

I know you may need to go

but I'd like it if you'd stay.

Because one day up above

it'll all be okay.

My plants have been growing

and my fish has been swimming

the birds have been singing

But it doesn't feel like home.

I went to my parent's

saw a cat on the sofa.

There was food on the table

and love all around me

But it still wasn't home.

Then out for a run

I got lost in my mind

Untied my shoes

And I realized

My home is not flowers

or warm hugs and good food

My home is my mind

This I thought and I cried.

Her body was the titanic

a sinking ship on clean sheets-

never expected to fail.

But when it did I wasn't worried.

For I knew her soul

was so full of Jesus that it

could walk on water

and our God so full of grace

it didn't really matter anyway.

I would see her soon (enough).

When I fell asleep

I awoke

to the colour of rose gold.

There were mountains,

a permanent cotton-candy sky.

Later, at dinner

surrounded by long lost friends

and the contagious sound of laughter

I realized that this must be peace.

Elysium at last.

I want to come home

to your kiss.

I want to taste the wine on your lips.

After a night in after a busy day

I want to feel you in every way that I can;

to savour your body

because you're my saviour.

For a long time

I didn't think you were coming.

I had given up hope,

giving the parts of my heart

that were ment for you

to strangers with cold arms and big beds.

I'm sorry I gave up.

I still have love to give.

So let me hold you close,

and be in your warm embrace.

Do not degrade me.

Do not say I have attitude,

when I am making a point.

Do not call me childish,

for refusing to be talked down to.

Expecting me to live within the confines

of what you know of me

makes you the child.

Not me.