You confess how long you’ve looked

For a place to worship and 

Oh, 

How I put you on your knees.

We built cathedrals 

Filled with the rages of the ocean

And we dreamt, 

Of people,

Fabricated by nostalgia 

And romanticised by your broken heart. 

 

No. You are not Prince Hamlet. 

You,

You are a paradox.

Bathed in golden light.

A paper crane with no wings.

A story without an ending. 

You,

You are madness.

Where perfection and flaws

Meet. 

 

Your greatness has only just begun, 

please realise,

I’ve come to worship you. 

 

Let me kiss the color from your lips

And listen to the hymns of your pulse. 

Let me bask in the light of your voice

And trail nimble fingers down your frame.

 

You,

You are afraid. 

Reaching for something you think,

You cannot touch. 

But darling,

You are the ocean

And I,

Am desperate to drown. 

 

Still, 

It isn’t enough.

For I can watch the constellations,

Blink out of your eyes.

And the color,

Fade from your lips.

The hymns in your pulse quite themselves

And even I,

Cannot save you.

From the claws of society.

Who dictate right from wrong.

Yes from no.   

 

I must watch you choke,

On strangled screams

While you tell lies with ease. 

Passion dies in the clutches of others.

And I,

Lose hope. 

 

The depths of the ocean cannot hurt me

For I,

Have been drowning all my life.

Oh,

But you,

You could rip my heart open.

For I,

Have never known love before.