The poem of a friend

I am a swordsman
you are chronically depressed
we are warriors

I am love and rage
expressing my affection
I wish to fight you

We have proved of God
Man that sees all reactions
I have to fight him

-Marsh Lemen

This was written for me by my friend and ally. I will always fight for him. He met me where I was. 

Some new melody

I would hold your hand

over a thousand words;

choose feeling your skin

over a million notes,

but you’ve never asked me to stop singing.

So,

darling,

let me tuck in close beside you,

and collect.

Isn’t this the most beautiful madness?

Fear

Darling,

this might be the most ridiculous,

most profound,

most terrifying,

cup I’ve chosen.

We are some purposed tangle,

some chosen knot,

Who knew it was binding?

That that first demure glimpse,

meant that I was yours,

and you’d teach me to drown.

I’m not afraid anymore.

A No-Cheese Entrée

I’m staring at understood love songs.

There’s salt in the butter,

and bitter in the chocolate.

While waves of you carry me under

and under again.

I’m crashing.

The world is falling.

Could this be drowning?

It’s all from innocence.

And I laughed

‘cause I don’t believe in horoscopes,

but darling,

these alignments…