Outcast

I think that he is an outlaw of physics

Because it is not gravity that holds the Earth together,

It’s him.

And the stars and the moon and the planets

Revolve around his smile

And he can melt a thousand boulders with his glare

And he’s the oxygen in the air

And when he laughs, he makes meteorites collide

And with the steady pace of his breath,

He controls the winds and the tide

And I know that this doesn’t abide by the laws of

Physics,

But I swear it’s true.

If he goes,

The stars in the sky will no longer shine,

And all of Earth’s creatures will soon fall blind,

And the world will be over and the sky will fall

And we will hear nothing,

See nothing,

Feel nothing.

I think that he is an outlaw of biology,

Because it is not my blood that runs through my veins,

It’s his.

And my lungs don’t draw in oxygen,

But I breathe him in with every gust of wind.

His heart beats as mine beats,

And my blood spills if his leaks,

And his laughter is my joy,

And with his agony, I’m destroyed.

He consumes me.

And I know that doesn’t agree with the fundamentals of

Biology,

But I swear it’s true.

If he goes,

My organs will rip apart,

And my blood would spill onto the pavement as paint spills on art,

And my body will become paralyzed and I will decompose

And I will hear nothing,

See nothing,

Feel nothing.