I know David argued with the chisel. I know he said, 'Make me softer. - Andrea Gibson

Love, you will never lose me to the wind. You are the lightning that made me fill my chest with candles. You are the thunder clapping for the poem nobody else wants to hear. You are an icicle’s tear watering a tulip on the first day of spring. You melt me alive. You kiss me deep as my roots will reach, and I want nothing more than

Storms are born

from the same sky we write hymns to when the sun shines.

NO SUCH THING AS THE INNOCENT BYSTANDER Silence rides shotgun wherever hate goes.