Once a week, I touch your lips,  
A longing deep in tender sips.  
I stir your heart with quiet grace,  
A lover's breath, a soft embrace.  
  
In shadows where the dawn is born,  
I form in silence, calm and warm.  
Neither bitter, nor too sweet,  
But in my depths, our hearts shall meet.  
  
Like moonlit clouds, I rise, I fall,  
A fleeting dream that fills your soul.  
Each Saturday, I softly call,  
To wake the fire, to soothe it all.  
  
What am I, this fleeting bliss,  
A fragrant, frothy, whispered kiss?  
  
A love that lingers, never gone,  
In every cup, I carry on.

'It weighs so much,' my arms

Protest—in the moment, they

Cannot see anything outside

The pain, but they will forget,

They will grow stronger, and

The memory will be replaced

With longing as a burden much

Heavier adds to the stones

Already shaking in my hands,

On my shoulders, and knocking

Around in my head—the weight

Is momentary, yet permanent.

Shattering the space around me
The air itself is static
My skin-too fragile
Scratch me, drag the nails through and through
Cut to the bone-
Your words
My skin-too fragile
You don't understand
The dagger in my ear
Infecting my mind with poison
Poison running through my veins-
I stop still
Don't move-
DANGER
I can't take it
The words you haven't said
Pushing me over the edge
I live on a narrow line of sanity
Even the slightest stir in the atmosphere
Even the slightest touch
I lose my grip, falling off the edge of reality
I lose myself