Sometimes I fear for how long my sanity has left.
How long will my dreams shield me from reality?

For months I've beeen trying to write you.
To fold my emotions together like origami.
I'd make you a boat so that you can escape.

I'd bleed an ocean of ink from my pen.
Tides and waves, velvety rich and blue.
A grand sail of metaphores would carry you through an ocean of my desires, my ideals.

But, I realized that I was lost in translation.
My hands cant craft to catch your beauty.
I've lost myself in paper chains, a strength of love untold.

Your chains hit the bottom a year ago, they sway in stangnant waters.
Chain links made of memories Bob lifelessly in the water.
They stay around a centre point, gently knocking my shrivled skin.
A blank face drowning in the inky sea, I'll stay to an anchor what was.
With time these memories will bury me.

I can't have you by my own admission.
You're bad for me.

Like a ****** addict, I'm desperate.

Every poem a frenzied attempt to restrain my tounge.

Because my words are associated now.

I like you = warning. I love you = run!

But I'm addicted to you. I'd give anything just to smell you on my skin.
To wait in your bed for you to come home.