Do you think God wanted to hold Eve's hand,
Whisper into her ear and tell her,
"I know what you did, and I know Adam doesn't know how to,
But I still love you and that's all that matters."

Is it wrong to admit that there are moments when I doubt God?
Is it wrong to admit that there are moments when I doubt heaven exists?
Is it wrong to admit that maybe all of this is just made up
And my entire life and the foundation that I stand upon is a fraud?
To be honest,
I think not.
I think it's okay to doubt.
I think it's okay to think twice.
I think it's perfectly healthy to take what I heard and break it down in my head.  
I am a human being.
Flawed to the core of my very soul.

But it is in these moments when I remember,
Faith, the size of a mustard seed,
Can move mountains.

So these moments of doubt do not matter,
As long as I hold onto this seed.
This seed.
This seed of faith.

I
can
never
get
enough
of
you

Allow me to gently open your heart.
Show me the bruises they left,
And I'll let my words sing to your soul.

My words are not enough.
If I were to write the greatest poem about you,
It would not be satisfying.
I do not have it in me to carefully string together words
And metaphors to describe who you are and the amount of impact that you have on me.
It is not because you are not worthy,
But because I am incapable of completing such monumental task.

But please,
Tell me,
How can I make you feel the weight of my words
Without having to hide it
Between consonants and vowels.

Let me kiss you until
We forget whose air we are


*breathing

Every time we kiss the stars burn a little brighter,
The wind howls a little louder,
And the universe holds it's breath just a little longer.
Off in the distance another star is being formed and another star is falling apart.
I hold your hand,
And the ocean ascends higher,
And the moon pulls a little harder.
You do not notice it,
But when your lips meet mines,
The world and everything in it stops moving,
And it feels for once,
The universe and I are one.