Blood that trickles down like tears,
racing to get to the bottom of something.
Gravity’s cruel effect on humanity.
When nearness to you feels more like death than life,
your illuminating presence exposes my dark.
Your love forces its way into every corner of my house.
At the bottom of everything is a question, “Can I be loved?”
So that’s where we’ll meet then, at the bottom.
My great crash is where you’ll raise me up,
and in a moment of weakness I will let my guard down,
leaving the door just wide enough to let love in.
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