the sun that bleeds through your blinds
     and makes your eyes burn

I want to be
     the cold shower that wakes you up
          and makes your skin tingle

I want to be
     the cigarette smoke that inhabits your lungs
          and makes you calm

I want to be
      the wind that makes you shiver
          and whispers sweet secrets in your ears

I know I'm just
     the blanket that you cling to
          when your cold
                                                            ­                        
                                                                ­                           but I want to be so much more

insanity
I love your pain
I love your depression
I love your addiction
I love your secrets
I love your inconsistency
I love
*you

his cries cut into me

each syllable makes me shiver

fragile, fleeting, flickering in my mind

his voice floats frail

too tender to touch
too exquisite to escape

careful don't touch*
because my skin is fire and my bones are porcelain
you might get burned and if you break you buy

If I come meet you in the ocean could we sail away with one swift motion

forget all our problems leave all our pain we might be blind but at least we're sane

read me backwards and you'll see that this could be our reality