and remember how you didn't say it back?
as the world burns and the george flyods of the world rest in peace,
i can't help but wonder if his final punishment was actually deliverance.
the sadness of the world destroys me.
sometimes,
i think about running away, but when i look up,
the end is never in sight.
the revolution flames on, but when the sun rises again,
i find myself looking fear in the eye.
i long for happiness like rapture.
i long for love,
for caresses and comfort,
and the simple truth of holding someone's hand
and have them hold mine back.
i long for an assuring word,
that everything is actually going to be okay.
i long for someone to take the baton from me,
i am tired, and i cannot run anymore.
i wish for you to see me, as i am, in glory or shame,
i wish to be overwhelmed by your love,
rather than picking up pieces of it in the air
left behind after you turn away.
i long for you to know
the path to your glory is pebbled with pieces of me.
despair overwhelms my words tonight,
for it is love that makes me do what i do.
and for as long as i can remember,
i was told that everything is fair
in love. and war.