deeper than words

a feast,
giving the best of you
for others to enjoy.
meanwhile, saving the leftovers for home,
good enough for the scraps.

teetering on the brink
of losing it all,
or maybe
the start of something beautiful,
on the brink of everything.

my desire for you,
isn’t based on a shallow need
but in the way of making
this one life worthwhile.

the scars are still fresh,
still bleeding to the touch.
even still, no longer running away,
the only way out is through.

those fears you’re running from
are the very same shadows
that will always come looking for you.
face them, at least you won’t be alone.

l’amore conquista tutto,
ma solo se tu vuoi.

… those same small details
now a distant memory
faded by the distance 
fueled by the silence.
wondering around,
a long way from home.

you,
my inspiration behind the words I write
twisting my heart in all directions
stretching at the pressure of your hands,
your dangerous hands.

I love you
a lot more
than our present
allows me to.