"Subliminal Faith"

I surrender to poetry, it does not hurt, but heals my heart. I abandon love and all its disappointing ways. Words and paper are all I have. A heart is only as heavy or light as one feels it to be. Mine beats to live, not to love. It weighs nothing and everything all in one. My tongue is unwritten paper until a moment is ready to be wrote. Words are forgotten when they are not written...ink fades, memories die if the paper is neglected. What war we live in.