The sound of sitting in the cold,
Arms locked tight together,
Nor lies or truths are told,
In the silence of tonight

The comfort of hip to hip bindings,
Of breathes tangled together as one,
Of reluctant tears streaming down battered cheeks,
Of smiles about to come

The quiet warmth of a hug,
So fitting to this loud moment,
And the clasp of a hand tugging,
On old, colour faded, hoodie strings

The glowing of the street lamps,
Lighting up our once grey faces,
Showing it's stamp in silence,
Love need not have a voice

My ocean
My sea
Swallowing me
Carefully
In your
Fibreglass
Arms

A look down upon,
A once joyful photograph,
Now locked down by,
A shattered pain of glass,
I smile,
Even though I'm in pain,
Staring at tainted memories,
Whilst walking through the rain,
I thought you were sunshine,
Before I knew the definition,
Know I understand,
You were toxic all this time.

A melancholic feeling,
Washes over me,
Now I know you were stealing,
The meaning of happiness,
And replacing it with self loathing
And self doubt,
You were all I had,
I didn't know what without you,
Looked like,
So like the trees,
I tried desperately to hold on,
To golden leaves already fallen.

I know I need to let go,
You make my world duller,
But you are still my black and white,
Even if my world has colour,
It's difficult to let you fall,
I know that it might break you,
And I don't want shatter your bones,
Even if you broke,
My patchwork, beating heart.