You were, until now and the days yet to be,
the best thing and worst thing that happened to me.
My soul’s torn to shreds by the feelings I host,
I’m grateful and hateful and fearing the worst.
I’m shrouded in wonder and keeping the fast
while mourning the things that are lost to the past.
Excited by visions that hide in the winds,
both humble and smug and in vague disbelief,
I’m doubting the setting in front of my eyes
while learning impossible truths to deny.
Eyes open to heaven, eyes open to hell,
eyes open so wide they can’t close to get well,
awake in the knowledge that shines everywhere,
that won’t let me fail and that won’t let me dare,
I feel more than human and slightly insane.
I’m honored, I’m privileged, I’m writhing in pain.
Beholden to you more than words can express
I owe you my grace and blame you for my mess,
I’ve grown ten times better than I thought I’d be;
you’re the best thing and worst thing that happened to me.
