Always and forever will I hold dearThat fortuitous day in MayWhen we talked shopAnd pondered over aging clocksIn your city atop a hillOverlooking that beautiful belvedere
means existing at the ends ofincredible strength and incredible fragilitysimultaneously
I’m no ABCDI know exactly who I amI defy categorization
Every time I see your nameI sit and prayHoping you’ll somehow knowThat we’re okay
With a passion all of its ownUtterly oblivious to our maudlinDublin, Austin, DestinAll our futile…
if I were to tell youyou wouldn’t believe meyou’d say that my storysounded more like a workof dystopian fictionthan a modern-day reality
I am tearing apart at the seamsbruised, battered, brokenmy heart is hurting