a poem written on the spot.

I can feel everything.
From every brush to every cut.
I fill each thought with endless amounts of love.
And if i were to fall flat on my face again
I dont think i would care,
although i do make myself sound like i would.

Anger is not half of the things i've
ever felt.
Nor is sadness.
I'm sorry that i'm one of the only people
that can be happy even though that light
may not be as bright as i would like it to be.
But i would try endlessly to make it so.
I have already tried without content.

And even though i have burned, and screamed,
and worked till exhausted i know that i have never
cut a corner or tried to break through easily,
like i have with everything else.

This is my greatest work.
Don't let me leave it incomplete.
"Incomplete" It doesnt take a lot for that word
to be forced into my dictionary.
except with you.

This is the only thing i am proud of.
This is the best thing i've ever done.
This is the closest i've come to a resolution.
This is the happiest i've ever felt.

I've broken bones, and replaced every bit
of useless information.
I've fallen, been picked up, was lost for
a moment, and have reconstructed.

I have burned greed, selfishness, impurity,
and solitude.

You broke me out of a shell that
seemed so sturdy and untangable.
One that I would have lost myself in.
One I would only have dreams of straying from.
One I fear i could return to.
One i can only thank you for ridding me of.

thank you.