On jaded wings my heart flew 
sailing among the stars 
afraid to seek sanctuary 
constant vibration is the state 
In my heart lies the soul of a coward 
fooling myself with copious self delusions 
no not I no love not me 
on the fifth moon of august my altitude descended 
as the salt of my tears stung the wounds of my heart 
I knew love 
I saw her in the mirror of my being 
I love her but did I love her 
as the feelings of hunger left me 
sleep becoming the hand puppet of 
nightmares
descended in the fiery pits of fear 
fear of losing what I did not want only 
a star ago 
in the face of lost provision my soul opened deeper 
and bled 
I tasted my own fear and it was bitter 
malice I stepped from the dark 
dreams once on my lips like mint 
kissed me with lips of cut glass 
pity abated , anger raged and love 
chased horror away 
bringing me forth from my apathy 
I love her 
as the tears tinge with pink white pain 
fell 
I love her 
as the night birthed morning 
holding me as a witness 
I love her 
as her tears call mine in quick sessions 
I love her 
as our energy fills us when we speak 
I love her 
.........because I can't do otherwise