I avoid the ocean,
The waves may crush these bones-
I stay safe upon the shore.

Although I may have loved to swim,

At the beach,
My feet,

Remain in the snow.

Lurid pressure in perfect hiding,

Heat rises amidst quiet timing.

Covers conceal fingers,
And skin conceals-

Well,

Only from the blinded.

Flitting breath from lungs to neck,

Begging tongue,
And baiting breast.

Tentative flesh,
Upon tentative flesh,

What comes next?

Anything I want,

If this is,

Yes.

I am the candle,
You are the flames,

I give you vision,
You give me strength.

You are the reason,
That I was made,

But if you get too close,
Then I'll melt away.

Tired eyes,
Half smile,
Sly confidence.

Not trickery,
But captivation.

I may be all in black,
But promise inside is darker,
Haven't you ever heard?
Never judge a book by it's cover.

Mental illness is like burning paper in the daylight.
You can hardly see the flame, but the pages disappear.