i can see it clearly.
us two, on the sail
because the world
is far too easy
to get lost in
(just one more wave).

we sit in the same
color palette and
sell riddles like
venetians. and
as promised
i'll show you my world
but i'm sure you're sick
of hearing about yourself.

your eyes are bright.
it's not because of the
way the sun is shining,
but the storm inside
your head that refuses
to let you stop crying
and i just wish i knew
how to help.

i drew a map of my head
to sort out my thoughts
maybe if i could differentiate
the road of happiness
from the road of sadness
i would be more stable

i question everything because

within my mind is the
constant fear of lonely

so i doubt often

like if what you say is
truth or a plea for my sanity

use my body as a
blank canvas to express
each of your thoughts
through soft touches
and genuine kisses.

imagine opening doors to an abandoned universe

meet me in the hazy
smoke filled room.
hold my hand
and guide me to the exit.
i'd much rather fill my lungs
with you instead.