what hurt me most
     the harsh wind slapping my face
  or your knives in my back
- at least nature can look me in the eyes

i like the cold mist that hangs around me

it is certainly warmer than his presence

- some wounds never heal

i was
       c o l d             and
                      n u m b
          but your
l o v e               set my on
               f i re
– i still have the burns to prove it

the ocean waves crash in and out
          in and out
                              in
                      and
              out
on a loop
            loop
               loop
                  loop
repeat after repeat repeat repeat
         again and again and again and again
a force pushes them
            a force pulls them
                                     push                  pull
                                          push          pull
                                             push     pull
                                                pushpull
like clockwork
like a magnet
-you & i