She is aimless.
He is distracted.
I am imperfect.
We all pour salt in our ***** wounds.

She is gravity.
He is weightless.
I am destitute.
Just a scream lost in the vacuum.

She is deliverance.
He is patient.
I am astray.
Forever a breath that stains the salty air.

She is aimless.  
He is distracted.
I am imperfect.
Still a coward lurking in bravery's lair.