I used to breath fire up your spine, up your abdomen. Now i write these words likes histories. It’s all thats left. There’s no liberty in heartbreak, just deliverance. Joy knows no home within this body. But I have heard secrets from different realms. I’ll tell you, I loved you like Yahweh’s covenant with Abraham. All the stars and grains of sand. That was the scope of my devotion. And then the apocalypse came. With no trumpets, no broken seals, no great beast. It was simple words, that broke a poets heart. And I’ll tell you another thing. I still have the memories, the feelings, the magnitude of grandeur for your beauty and excellence. It’s true, I will always love you.