Pry open the gates to the garden of Eden,
shedding innocence like shedding clothes,
giving into my secret desires feels like


like riding a lightning bolt but with no control,
or sinking into his body like quicksand,
certainty slipping away too


I'm learning that imperfection can be
exactly what I need sometimes,
but when I cry at night, just hold me,


Striving for perfection is striving for
the horizon I'll never be able to cradle
between my fingertips, I know I'll never


the fastballs life throws at me,
but that's okay as long as our hearts
are beating together, and you're here with