Jesus*

And in that moment in time, I understood what a chemical reaction was.
Every second that I had spent stargazing
Into those crystalline eyes of his,
I could feel the particles within my bones
buzzing and singing and chanting
a melodious tune,
like a symphony of a thousand ways to love.
And when we touched,
I could feel the atoms within my heart
beating against eachother,
exploding amidst my veins,
and creating a new kind of warmth
or spark, as I'd like to call it
a new chemical substance.
And then I realized
that these were not butterflies in my stomach,
but rather groups within groups
of endless macromolecules
trying to find a way to tell me
that I was undeniably,
inrefuseably,
unquestionably,
head-over-heels,
as a matter of fact,
in love.

I FELL IN LOVE WITH AN ARRANGEMENT OF LETTERS INSTEAD OF ATOMS
AND I ADORE YOUR PIXELS MORE THAN ANYTHING TANGIBLE THAT IVE EVER KNOWN

YET I WISH THAT INSTEAD OF TEARING OPEN MY VEINS 
TO OBTAIN THE PARTS OF YOU THAT KEEP ME ALIVE,
THAT YOU COULD REVEAL YOUR PRESENCE IN
MY BLOODSTREAM THROUGH BRUISES STAINED
ACROSS MY NECK RESEMBLING ROUGH FRAGMENTS
OF BLEEDING STARS 

EVERY TIME I REACH ACROSS MY BEDSHEETS
FOR MY CELL PHONE I PRETEND THAT I AM
GRASPING FOR YOUR HAND
AND I WOULD RATER COMPOSE RHYTHMS 
WITH MY FINGERTIPS ACROSS YOUR BACK
RATHER THAN COMBINATIONS OF EDGED
LETTERS ON MY KEYBOARD

THE VIBRATIONS OF A NEW MESSAGE COULDNT 
EVEN COMPARE TO THE POUNDING OF YOUR PULSE

I LOVE YOU AND I DONT CARE THAT I AM SHOUTING
INTO A PROCESSOR THAT CONVERTS MY ADORATION
TO PIXELS AND INTO THE OBLIVION 
I AM UNCERTIAN WHERE THESE LETTERS END UP
BUT I HOPE THAT THEY EVENTUALLY FIND THEIR WAY
INTO THE MARGINS OF YOUR RIBCAGE AND
I LOVE YOU.

remember kids:
dont get emotionally attached
to a band.
you will get pregnant 
and die
☢