She woke up slow,
from one of those deep sleeps
where consciousness frays her way out
from the debts of your dreams.

Slowly becoming aware of the
breath rising and falling next to her,
the paper-weight arm holding her in place,
the way the sofa pulled her from the edge, into his chest.

Finding a smile on her lips that she
had not feigned to please those around her,
and thinking, "if bombs rained from the sky the
way water does in April, I would find solace here."

With magnets in his bones and rapturous
tidal waves pushing her into his body,
she thought, *"only death herself
could drag me from such bliss that I feel now"

Their minds, a mysterious, contemptuous place in which many tried to dive into, and others,
The squeamish, ran after realizing just how cold the water really was.
Their collapsed hearts pump cold blood; the walls bear the claw marks of a legion of memories clawing
Their way out.
They are monsters, but maybe
They need one another to warm the icy blood coursing through their veins.

Her whole life had been make-believe, a myriad of people coming and going, and she, always looking at life through rose-tinted glasses. Like a carefully choreographed dance she knew precisely when to laugh, to smile. She could feign excitement and curiosity with her eyes, alone, better than anyone I knew. From the outside she appeared perfect, as people like her often do, but I saw something in her others overlooked: the way her ****** expressions loosened their grip on the facade, the way the energy drained from her eyes when she thought no one was looking, and, in that moment, you could see a glimpse of the girl she really was. A girl lying in a dark room, at an odd hour, with the moonlight cascading down on her, and no one around to impress but herself: the only person she never quite figured out.

You hugged me, I melted into you, and

Let the old air spill from my lungs like steam from hot coffee as it hits my morning mug.

I took that one, last, long inhale before the fear set in,

And the air caught in my lungs, and panic fogged my eyes.

My knees went weak and I fought to find your anchorous eyes.

"Help me -- Help me" was all my trembling lips could demand,

Like a child drowning in the deep-end.

His hands tightened around my waist, holding nearly all my body weight

As my knees finally gave way and I fell to the floor

Like water slipping through his fingers.

He had no chance of saving me,

And with that, I hit the floor

I enjoyed the words falling from your lips,
Closed my eyes tight and traced the braille of your ribcage,
Found comfort in the debts of your mind, and
Rested easy in that ship-wreck you called a heart