I’ve heard that phrase but it never rang true until I was ****** and trampling down a path lined by trees and the sky was lit by the brightest moon I’ve seen. I was cooped up in a ball inside my head, carefully pulling on strings to move my limbs. He kept colliding into my side, each time I hoped it would catapult me somewhere else, but it only seemed to result in his hand on my shoulder. When we reached the black water rushing underneath the bridge, I wanted to sit and think of all the sleeping fish and imagine a big but friendly swampy monster, but instead hands on my back attempted to rub my knots out. Knots are better bitten and undone, ripped out, cut. But instead I sat hugging my knees with his **** hands attempting to untie me.
But I can’t be unraveled by a stranger. One time in a dream “unravel’ was tattooed on the back of my hand. It must’ve been a message from Jupiter or the Egyptian god Ra, or someone or something much wiser than I giving me advice I cannot even comprehend. But I like to think, that last night it meant that you’re the only one who can unravel me. With just one look from you, no hands necessary, I could be assured that the world was right. The moon isn’t meant to cast shadows, and firecrackers are not meant to explode underneath my feet. The world without you makes no sense. The world without you is a nightmare I can’t wake up from. The world without you hurts.

How does it feel
to see me from a distance
in a dimly lit classroom;
my eyes, avoiding your glance
lit only now by the projector.

How does it feel
to see me wearing a shirt
that you once peeled off
and threw onto your bedroom floor

You're not there
to fix the cigarette
I broke
from his pack

You're not there
in my shower
as I kiss his soapy back

Stay away
for your own good
and for my good and his good

Stay away
with your demons
and I'll stray away like I should

Fluorescent classroom lights
illuminate the band around
your muscular arm,
but it looked better by the moonlight
against my sheets.

You use kisses as punctuation
as your exhale contstructs
smokey sentences
on lines all
down
my
back.

Turn around;
you just might find
some things you'd rather
pushed aside
than my legs open wide.
Just don't be surprised
if you discover you need me
but I'm just proof reading you.

Sleep eludes me in the presence of these sheets
No matter how I force myself to forget your scent, they keep reminding me
As the table reminisces of the conversations that accompanied our every meal
The brass door knobs always tell me how they miss the way your soft hands would feel
As your eager fingers twisted them quick upon your arrival home
The wooden floors creak and moan
Forever mentioning the lightness of your step
The pillows talk about the warmth of your breath
Even the switches speak of how you would turn out the lights
Before you tucked into those very sheets and kissed me goodnight
Laying still, alone in an empty room
I gave everything away because it would remind me of you...

Lately I have wondered
where my life has gotten
to while I spent my time
worrying about the sand
on the beach or the hair
on my head.

You
Are untamed
Reckless blood and wit intertwined
A twisted, brazen
 mind.

Your mind
Is so clearly different
It leaps and soars, so acrobatic
And your thoughts appear to me so hazy and enigmatic
Your mind is simply not pragmatic
Yet your perception knows no bounds.
You have thoughts that come close to insanity
That sometimes flow in the form of profanity.
  
Your spirit
Is either very high or very low
Up and down, to and fro
There is no in between for you
Some say you are stupidly crazy
The dull ones say that, the ones too lazy
To see beyond the rugged surface.
The subdued and vapid ones
Will never understand the magnetism
Of your sweet, exquisite devilry.

On your face you often wear
A fierce and restless stare
A wan, discontented expression
As though you're always awaiting
Something bigger,
Something better.

You
Are fluid, swaying fire
And I will never tire
Of watching you burn
I can see you brain boil and churn
As it reels into into areas of
 madness and chaos.

Your psyche
Is an endless field of dark reverie,
Of fear and vagary.

I know your night terrors
Your savage dreams of death
Screams and bated breath
Unutterable visions
The grotesque world of horror thats spins itself out
And dribbles into your drawings
All those creatures, skeletons gnashing and clawing...

You
Are gentle and thoughtful
Yet you are terrified
Of this dark thing that sleeps within you.

Your eyes - they’re stunning
They’re tempestuous,
Wild, like some fierce animal peering out of a rusted cage
Oh, your eyes
They are something beautiful, but annihilating
Like Autumn crocus flowers, innocently poisonous
Lids splaying delicately like its violet leaves.

You are tall and strong
And uncontrollable,
And your smile
Is the biggest paradox I've ever encountered
Childlike
And fatal.

You are not
A creature of the commonplace
You are not a slave of the ordinary
You are not a mindless drudge of the mundane
You are free.
Or bewitched, what's the difference