For you

If some greedy god
stole you away from me; if
the moon and her sun stole
away into the night; if our
love was plucked like a pear
from its tree —

I would burn down every
door to find you again. I would
tear through every layer of
hell, screaming with my mouth
full of light, and I would unhinge you
from your darkness, from your
wet, leaking

I would take you
back from the demons that had
clawed you so far into yourself
that you counted six feet
between your skin and your
bones. I would shred open my

so that you could see
what I hold inside of me;

to show you all the light
I had swallowed from your

Shinji Moon, “I Will”  (via commovente)

(via lifeinpoetry)