Peeling back my layers, effortlessly. Exposing deeper thoughts, things I do not normally, share. Like you’ve injected my veins, with a magic syrum. One that makes me tell you all, blessing, or disease? Your eyes look into me, pulling the deepest waters to shore. I find myself, walking this tightrope of emotion. I warn myself, “Don't look down.” Never would I want to tumble, to my death, in that raging sea of love.