~going into the dark with him~

when you can lay it all down,
and look down at that sheet,
portraying letters and numbers,
words and sentences that
are foreign to your eyes,
and look at the sun and feel cold,
then you will know you are breathing.
when you can share the dark,
and know that together life is not a lie,
it is a truth,
such a string between your two hearts,
a chain, a tight wire that can be walked on
and still never break.
and this is not a pretty poem,
but it is a profession of what we feel
as we live and love,
and what we do with ourselves when the world
is at our bay,
and when our eyes can no longer see
because the world is too dark around us.
but when we find that honestly
in the world around us,
and the moments when life seems all too dreamlike,
we can heal and recover.
so in this non-pretty poem about life and death,
honeslty and value,
love and loss,
we must read between the lines
and find our souls within them.
i love him with all my heart
and this poem is a profession of what i feel,
he is my heart and my soul
and he has me within his gentle fingertips.
believe me,
life is love when you love someone,
and i will always go willingly into the dark with him.