To love you is to burn:
a wildfire moving boldly,
desperately,
searing through my raw heart.

To love you is to drown:
my lungs opening
and collapsing,
flooded by your restless current.

Loving you and losing you
are two pains that bleed as one.

the intricate stitching of your brainwaves brings me to my knees.

the delicate sound of the words that pour from your mouth make my head spin.

the way you consume time and still seem to move so fast makes my chest crumble.

Once broken with innocence,
Built again with care.
If shattered on purpose,
Pieces wouldn't be found.
As for the ship in the bottle,
She'll find another sea
And another sky
Or a maelstrom of deceit
Or maybe create maelstroms of her own.
For she knows no bottles anymore.
Why the false sense of security?
When she can have a crew of her own!
Without worrying about the shattered glass
And it's piercing dust
That cuts through her.
That's been cutting through her.
All this while.