Your eyes are the ocean
That hits the shore every time you blink
Each tear drop is a monsoon
But without you I'd sink...

So dangerous and sweet a thing
I have yet to come to learn  
Is a man who would hold me
Without being held in return

I want you
Don't float around thinking I don't
Person I hardly know
Person who doesn't know me at all

Still, I drift
I thought I lived myself to pieces
But bones will shift
when your body doesn't need the space it's been in

Let it bleed
So that your blood can solidify and cover the wound
Even though it'll still be red and raw and ooze endlessly
Endlessly as though it seems
Soon it'll start to heal

I'm trying to draw lines out of myself
So I can put myself on paper
I want my chest to crack open so that my heart can stretch out its arms and grab hold of something
And teach that thing who I am
I want to express my life
And say what I truly feel
Without finesse
I want so spit out blurts of myself
Inconsistent and rough
So that you can know me and not know me
The way I know myself

I laid my eye upon a dim
Who to my hand had taken its time
Through work and toil
My fingers spoiled
Now had one to label mine

What do I win with such a precious thing?
A bag of rice to fill my cheeks?
An apple a day, so the doctors at bay?
A clove at night for tooth decay?

Or is it to keep, so shiny and round
Close to my heart this dim that I found
For proof of life
And work and strive
To take with me when I enter the ground?