I try to think

with you here,

have I felt my

heart so clear?

I hear strikes,

bolts in heaven,

strike the earth,

words do leaven.

I describe it so

emotion grows;

I burn objects

seizing my soul.

Noise, hypocrisy

swallows a space

inside you tears,

words not erased.

Arson my sin is

from blinded sight

I did not before

see inside a light.

I throw our love

upon used alters.

Because of a hurt

words I say softer.

Speak them not I,

because I’ve before,

seen this scene of

nails upon a floor.

Littered they are I

step forward bleed

truth of us I had it

but as I bleed leaves.