For You My Love

stories that hurt heal the soul if your heart can listen to a sky full of scribbles stretched o'er a sketchy road you know I never wanted a cancer story but now I know it's easier to fight the kiss of death than what eats my soul for the withered spirit of stunted dreams who feels no pain letting life trickle away there is no cure only perched upon the precipice of eternal night the instinct for survival staid death's yearning from my stony heart not caring somehow made me care made me care---ful full of care for you for ours it was the almighty grinding clanking industrial whirring particle accelerator isolating protons that cured me but it felt like a reckoning day after day after ninety of them and the crystal revelations have not ceased since the last Geiger counter beeps comforted my soul now more than ever my love (and you ARE my love) I need to give you the sun and stop craving the darkness yes I made lots of windows and plenty of room for your light and never intended it blind me so but I pray fervently now to the voice in my head please put back the universe for I am a fool to believe these derelict dreams are my soul and we live (and die) together with all that we touch with ALL that we touch no my love (and you ARE my love) you are my dream and we only LIVE together to stop needing the ray of you that shatters my darkness is to drown in a hopeless sea of binary code .....slowly sliding off the refrigerator door to put a keyboard to my head and commit poetry for you my love for you