More Than This

Within the context of a pseudo-masquerade

Masked by the electric hum of melodies

The mask's removal feels so far away

And so the truest form

Indeed the naked form proclaims:

The wasted nights spent counting lines like fingerprints along the ceiling

The silent reveries that never claimed to see the light of day

The proof of something real

Something devoid of self

Could shatter cityscapes

Could stop a beating heart

Yet could never produce

One single awkward word

A single broken thought

A whispered declaration

You never promised me a world without rain

And never put out the sun

Yet in the AM I've disowned you

To see the smile that would burn itself into my heart

To see the single teardrop fall the way I'd always dreamt it would

To have every thought for just one second melt into words

For just one breath

And if life goes on the way it has

These two meek decades past

At least the lines upon my ceiling

May forget my name

If nothing else is born

From this falling star

At least I will know

That I am capable of something

Deeper than myself

Deeper than our skin

Nothing in this world has ever meant so much

To me

Please