humming birds

We are so effortlessly elated.
You bring the depths of my passion
to the brink of eternity
You revive in me the most human of emotions
that of love, fury, jealousy, and security
you are the lunar eclipse elapsing my most illusive moons
Take my hand as we venture toward the future?

I will be there through the unyielding winters and blistering suns
You will catch me when my faith falls through in an ever present God
and I will listen to your heartbeat because it plays my favorite song

sister, don't get worried.

I lay down my copy of someone else's achievements for a moment to enjoy in the solace that is an empty home. We lay together on the carpet and I stroked him. It was unbearable, the thought of losing him. He loves me in the way no one ever will, with all the strength and vigor I have always longed for; but he is an animal. This is his downfall. There are others, these steps I take in an attempt to fulfill the emptiness I am often plagued by. They will never be enough for me. Still, I wish he wouldn't use such colloquial phrases to describe his past affairs; the unmistakable intentions; the unbearable specific degree. I love him with all the vigor I can muster but still he recedes. I will never understand him. I will never understand anyone because I do not entirely comprehend emotion. I fall to pieces too often. I collapse and revolve elaborate conversations around how to return to where I once was. In this way I am both continually moving and stuck in the same tireless course of action. I will write passages, existential, galvanized, and almost entirely incomprehensible in nature. I will whittle my time away subversively. I will make every attempt to please you; all of you. These strides to enhance society are all in vein. I long for devotion. I am distrustful. No one will ever devote themselves to me completely.