give a word of fragile optimism
that this will be okay
bore down on gluttonous hands, regurgitated thoughts
from my heart

this can only be
the going under
this can only be
killing the me in me

push and pull
like machines
the humans anthems are dying in me
i don't think a soul knows compromise
like a soul mate

it sleeps with me

in my flesh i ask for
a personal bleeding
the holy ghost obliges
and has words with me

it comes in love
it comes with gentle hands
that disinfect the sting for me

it comes in love
it disinfects the sting for me

this can only be
the going under
this can only be
killing the me in me

a whole is filled
without the ring
instead a kiss, a kiss from the sun
to try
again