i think i will think
of you when i am anxious,
like a nightlight
a safety blanket in the tsunami of my brain
did you hurt like i hurt?
did you feel the things that i find myself feeling,
because i think that you did, and
i my chest aches for you
i think i will think
of you when i write and create and cry
tears of frustration you must have wept
when they didn't understand the way
you thought
oceans and poems and love and rebellion,
did you intend to do what you did?
did you know, laying awake at night,
what you would become?
i think i will think
of you, less as an angel -
beautiful and ineffective -
more as a messiah
more as a champion of thought and morality
there's a kind of loneliness
that stems from the isolation of the emotional self
do you know what i mean?
i think you'd have known
i think i will love
you more, and more
the more time i spend in your company
and there is nothing more beautiful than
your particular brand of lyricism,
and the way you drown me in sadness
and hope, yes
perhaps hope
