There’s a love/hate
relationship
with noise
in my brain.
Except
for when
you speak my name.
Because you take it in vain.

I finally killed my pride.
I saw you yesterday and felt a funeral inside.
Like someone I love died, and they asked if I wanted to see the body.
I know it won’t be the same.
It will hurt me so badly I’ll choke on your name.
But how could I let this go?
I love you more than I love anybody.
This must be a nightmare it couldn’t be a dream.
I’ll watch you in the shower I’ll rub all your limbs clean.
I’ll rinse off all the wounds we caused when we were being mean.
I’ll dry you off and hold you and kiss you in between.
Your friends will all be happy and mine will wonder why.
Your mother will start to worry why you made your lover cry.
My father will be angry and you’ll be left alone.

Nightcrawler (2014, dir. Dan Gilroy)

"but for some reason I love faith, but have none.”
― Anne Sexton

Prisoners (2013) Directed by Denis Villeneuve