I can see the defeat that resides on the outlines of his words
He sweeps his demons under shadows at the edges
of his smile
But I see them peeking
out from the contours of his deep-set eyes
They always ask me, why is it always the brightest people
who are blinded to the beauty of the world?
The best people I know want to die (and that just isn’t right.)
And if I’m the only reason that keeps you here each night
It’s not weight, but wings — to know
you will be here another day
another chance to convince you
that the darkest days
are meant to be filled with your brilliant light.