I fell in love with them all,How each one could distill me,
In phrases so quiet, so small,
So potent that they could’ve killed me;
I recognized them for who and what they were;
The pieces of me, the holes, the spaces;
The parts that were still small and unsure,
The prey in all of their chases-
I never expected that I would be magnified
In such a way as this; every strain, every strand,
Exalted or condemned, forgotten or exemplified-
This tendency I will refuse to understand –
Don’t explain it if you are able,
I seek no more admittance into the troubled mind,
Bring no more knowledge to the table,
I already regret the things I find;
But …
I fell in love with them all.
Each one, each shard of fractured glass,
Each piece, each weapon; I watched them fall
Like angels, broken, on the grass-
To once have soared, to once have flown!,
To never break, never be bound;
To have paid heed to no voice but your own;
Was torture, to be cast there, on the ground-
But was hell to stand, was agony to walk,
To learn again as pain what before was play,
To learn not to speak, but instead, to talk;
And pay no heed to what your voice would say;
Was terror to jump, death to fly,
You, who soared, you who graced
The heavens, would listen to their lie?
You, who have mended, you, who has faced
Monsters disguised as dreams,
Barricaded in on themselves,
Suffocating through what only seems,
Who twisted themselves for someone else;
You, who saw through them, you, who walked away,
You, would you become them?
You were cursed to see, to be more than the faceless, the tasteless;
Let their coldness numb them;
But you, once broken, are whole now;
You rose, fly higher for your fall;
You cannot blame me, you know,
For falling in love with them all.