I hereby resign myself
To sleepless nights
Dreamless days
Mornings wearing gray
And a few of the most captivating sunsets of all time

I promise to accept
That fingerprints can kill a moth
Red eyes are better than white faces
Eraser shavings sing
And no one likes lost longing

And yes, I understand
Running with a pen won't win the race
Most whispers are not heard
Truth is weak compared to lies
And sensitivity is strange

But that will never guard me
From a hope in backwards hunger
Laughter when there should be tears
(or the other way around)
Love that breaks down walls
And the faintest, subtle scent
Of a sunrise cracking pitch