crush



I don't know how it is he holds up beneath the out pouring. The flood of words, odes, hymns, symphonies all written in his name, his honour.

But how am I suppose to stop the flow when he begs me for more? When touch is no longer an option all we are left with is our words.

So where do I even begin to tell him, to show him? And how do I do so without crushing him beneath their weight? Without offering up my vulnerability, my jugular?

How do I explain, that no matter what the choice is, no matter what the options, I choose him every time?

2009-09-14 5:47 p.m.