if i am but ashes
if i am but dust
how can I expect to transcend
if i am an image
of an everlasting love
then how can I hurt, can I sin
but if i am a shard
of kristallnacht stained-glass
i am broken, and beautiful, at once
gentle, my edges,
they sting and draw blood
even as I can color the sun
jealousy is a beach ball drowned by sunscreened arms in a concrete pool it shoots out of the water of your belly with thunderous propulsion the burn of lightning struck charring insides cold as frostb
you don't realize your breathing's been strained until it is clear again how not in love you really were until you're really in love good god love is a heart beating through clear valves for the first