You tilted my chin back,
Tucked a strand of hair behind my ear,
Kissed my lips,
And whispered,
“Love you more.”
And in that moment,
All of the anchors that’d been holding me down
Weren’t a match for the rushing waves,
The salty sea,
Or the deep ocean floor.

This blade I use
As my paint brush,
My arm as my canvas;
Pale and innocent,
Save for scars from another time.

They will be joined,
Together,
In yet another
Beautiful, red painting.

My wrist, the white horizon
In the background.

I live in a cloud filled world
Where only with you,
Do I catch a glimpse of the sun.