For the earth and all of its inhabitants; for you
I exist only to lie my palms delicately on your shoulders,
Maintaining your gravity and rising to the occasion
where your chills rise up to meet my skin, now rougher
than it was when I first realized I had mystic hands.
For you, I set fire to the hearts of all who look at you
as if you could be partial, a piece, an only something
of the grand everything that you really are; impartial.
With my eyes alone I hold you so dearly in my arms
that I try desperately to stretch across an entire world
so filled with this poisonous partiality; I sometimes
cannot breathe because I want so desperately to give
of my lungs; I cannot feel my heart because it is too
busy traveling the world; it is too busy occupying your chest.
I want to fill you with a richness that cannot be attained,
I want you to know that nothing can be more beautiful, more
aware and worthy and absent of pain. I want you to know
that your hands are nothing shy of the ones that built the
structures you sometimes stare at in awe, and your knees
bend no less than the ones that have climbed to the tops of
those places you enjoy photographs of; They bend.
I exist only to let you know that this world is not what it
has been made, but what it is made of, and too many people
who are not you cannot see the difference between those.
Sometimes I cannot either.
But I will love you when you go down, and I will give you my
hand when you are ready to get back up, and I will fall down with
you if the strength of your force makes it so. I will believe in you
and I will forgive you no matter the cost; and see, sometimes
I have looked upon this willingness as a curse, but I see now
that it is nothing short of seeing an aching world for its worth;
I see now that the only thing to wish for is that it be contagious.
NDFD. not down for dishonesty.