Sacrifice has become an easy burden to bear; however, one does not build muscles without tearing them apart. Watch: I don't struggle anymore. After piecing my puzzled heart back a-part, it returned tempered, from the hot-coal'd embers. I'm frozenerating.
I talk to God on a daily basis.
(S)He looks me in the eyes when we hold our conversations. They are often overstimulating- so much so that they may even bring me to tears. Forgive me. I may have fucked up in the past but now I'm walking straight as a sober saint, with the grace of a tightrope walker: no fear.
All you need is love. Seat-belts. I'll lose my thug, if I can steal your heart. I'll wear my leather gloves and creep up-on you in the dark...
It's not what I was, but who I've become. I painted scars into stars to shed light on black lungs. My breathing is deep, abysmal even. Peace is beautiful- you should see her in the flesh.
Rest, in peace. I would face death, for thee. Take your best shot. I will not retaliate. I will take you by the hand and kiss you on the lips. This is what life was made for. This.
Passion is one hell of a drug.
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