The way that you Love
You look familiar to me
The Source of your Love
The way that you Love
You look familiar to me
The Source of your Love
And all of this life ahead
I stay here for you
What if when I die
The mystery of your soul
Is unsolved by mine
Too emotional
And I’ve been called far, far worse
I’ve been called yellow
“What the bullet’s love
didn’t look like: Gratitude.”
-The Scar On My Heart

My blessed teacher
My ego’s sworn enemy
My joy deflated
Some landfill somewhere
Carries the collateral
From our shifting wants
Undisciplined Disciple
The wax and the wane