Sunlight grazes,
Soft and warm,
Subtle on my shoulder,
Paired with the sweetness,
Of summer air,
That touch becomes intoxicating,
Melting through the ice,
Of loneliness,
Evoking thoughts,
Of a gentler presence,
That breathes life,
Into my flooded lungs

It feels like dreaming,
When he sheds the lies,
And bleeds the colours,
Of truth,
A dream imprinted,
Permanently etched,
In my subconcious,
That settles on the surface,
Above any and every other moment,
The perfection,
Of honest imperfection,
So sincere and delicate,
Is all I ever needed

He loves me,
Should I feel the same,
Or shy away,
From love's uncertain embrace,
Though the force,
Of his words,
Draws me closer,
I feel the sickening twist,
Of confusion,
Within my chest,
How can I return,
Such sweetness,
While love is torn,
Contorted and shredded,
When my heart,
Should be flooded,
Bursting at the seams,
With equal passion

Slipping,
I am slipping,
Beyond the safety,
Of the surface,
Sinking,
Into the weightlessness,
Of transparent blue-green,
That consumes me,
And I drown,
With you,
In my subconcious

Words so safe,
So sweet,
Like oxegyn,
After prolonged suffocation,
I breathe them in,
The words,
Flood my lungs,
But there are never enough