There is nothing left.
Even the ashes of love
have scattered
in the storm
of your screaming rage
Even the shadow
of my devotion
has been devoured
by the darkness
in your eyes.
There is nothing left,
yet here I am.

I will love you
Just a little
Past the moment
I die
After my body stops
And my brain grows cold
A few neurons will fire
Dimly in the darkness
And those neurons
Will be memories and thoughts
Of you

I am not worthy of you
I will never be worthy of you
I wish only for you to look at me
Let me be sure
That you have seen me
With more than a passing glance
have graced me
For if I can know
that your eyes have known me
then I can sleep
and dream
that I am worthy

I move slow
It doesn't mean
I don't get places
It doesn't even mean
I don't get places fast
But I move slow
With long strides
and the world
Doesn't understand this

I am Phillip J Rhoades
I am a goddamn fire in the wind
and you
you are nothing but a wall of reeds