i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

then let it be perfect.

because last things are the only things that last.

today i hold you and tomorrow i let go

say what you will, you never did know.

if only things were adept at figuring themselves out

and we wouldn't have to keep our fingers crossed hard

behind our backs as we walked each step of the way into the

barrier of what we know and what we could be.

there is the knowledge of being remarkably lost,

and remarkably swayed by the littlest things because the littlest things

are the biggest.

and irony casts itself into absolutely everything because really,

isn't it all just one big joke?

don't laugh, i ain't bullshitting.

this is my voice from inside screaming out

come listen, come listen

i won't be stifled because who i am is who i am

and someday soon i will learn to not give a shit about what you think.

broken and battered as we are, my hands reach for better, stronger nail-pierced arms

and honestly,

with those,

who cares what you say?

now let my bruised legs walk this walk,

if you're not here to help let me show you to the door.

this is our last time, isn't it?

now hold my hand beloved,

we'll jump

and hit space.