Your picture of perfection,
Is not a true reflection...
You may be gone and not for long
But what do you see when u look around...
My darling Marie utters to me
“my love I will marry thee...
we let the color red bleed through the quilt
where her lips pressed closely among summer...
suicide is a forest fire
& honestly Sarah...
People see a diamond
and they call it significant...
In this moment
as the sun sneaks behind the trees...
The human body
Is made up of...
Beneath the stars....
we're all reminded of who we are...
You got into my body,
Then my head...
I’ve been here before and don’t get me wrong,
I’m a worrier, a wanderer and a warrior but God...
My lover's smile means I can sleep today
with no nightmares at all...