Arising to your fascinating persona,
Sleeping to your colossal heart,
Gasping frantically, to reach the surface,
Trapped underneath the coldest ice, in the widest river,
Shivers down my spine,
Pins and needles through my heart,
Consuming me with fear,
Scared of the rapture,
Inner interrogation of mind,
Acquainting myself of new horizons,
But remaining lonesome and fearful,
Crumbling when in your presence,
Listen to my penance,
Would you be attuned,
To my vulnerable aching heart?

Kiss me asleep
with your obsidian lips.

Protect my ears
from the cacophony nights would bring.

Fill the void
between heartbeats that skip.

Take me into the lull,
and into the siren song that you sing.

you've always known that when your friends bring you down and leave,
i was going to be there to comfort you, and bring you higher
you've always known that when you lead,
i was going to be there to be your follower
you've always known that when you'd ask me a favor,
i would do it with no hesitation, no matter what kind of labor
you've always known that you had me wrapped around your finger;
always catching me with my eyes, that can't help but linger.
you've always known that i'd do anything for you,
it’s something that i regret but it's true

i would say something like: you were the instruments to my music,
or you were the medicines when I was sick
but you have always been the cause to my death,
and the words to a threat
it might be something like bittersweet,
and it was always me at defeat

and you've always known—
that you are what suffocated me
and you've always known—
but you didn't let go
neither of us did

i was drowning in the sea of you;
and all you did was look at the view.

    
           —a.c