“People crucify what they
cannot understand. Don’t you
get that?” he asked.

“The light of truth, powerful
magic of your kind of love
exposes dark flaws…
imperfections in what
we thought perfect before
you refused to bend.
It’s too much.
Too damn much.
Can’t you see it?”

“We haven’t snuffed out
your brilliant light.
We’ve only killed
what it’s there
to remind us of:
life is beautiful,
so beautiful. It’s
too much. Too
damn much.”

“What’s too much?
What are you saying?”
I ask in return.
“I don’t even know.
You. You’re honesty
is frightening.
Sometimes people
just want to live
in the dark.”

“I know you are so
lonely there in
your light of truth.
I know it’s too much
to bear alone but
I can’t… I can’t
give up shadows
They will kill you
for your love.”