Ruins

Awake. In seconds, one request.

Asleep. Aware. Awake again.

Same request, another time, and again.

Oh, the truth, the desire. The genuinity.

And then the response, and the coinciding prayer:

"Don't let me ruin this like I always do."

Oh, the intensity, the desire. The ecstasy.

Awake. Aware. Alive, and choosing.

Tears fall to my hands, in which I hold, and by which I have created these ruins.