I yearn to tear down your walls like I tear at the skin on my lips. Biting and yanking until I can taste the metallic blood. I will caress your mind like my tongue wets my mouth. I will apply various healing products until I find the one that works for you (hopefully it will be my light words and soft touches). I won't let your mind crack and break and chap. I know I shouldn't be so vicious getting through the walls you've built around you; I know it's selfish to tear up your mind the way I tear up my body. The curiosity and the instinct for experience take over and I might leave you wanting more even though it will show on your face you aren't healthy. Everyone tells me it's dehydration that causes this. For me, of water and for you, of me. Even though I drink and drink and drink to quench this thirst, the craving can not be satisfied. When I rub my lips together, they’re like sandpaper. I hope that's not what you feel when I decimate the protective layer of you. That is, only if you let me. I'm this force you didn't see coming. I appeared one day with a subtle joke and a cryptic smile. I found the flaw that planning from the inside causes. The soft edges and rough area in between, keeping visitors from delving to close into obscure secrets you don't want said out loud. But I can hear you through the concrete and pain. I will destroy what little security you have from a storm like me. I will destroy myself finding you. And once found, so easy to lose again. Forgive me when I leave; don’t forgive me when I run (although I will want you to). I want to know that I can come back, and you will still want me. I can speak easy with you and the words from my abrasive mouth will flow over and heal your cuts from the broken bricks like the water tries to heal my biting teeth and corrosive mind. It won’t help either of us. It will take us in, and we will be fooled into thinking this false invulnerability will save us both. It won’t. I will come back. I won’t disappear forever no matter how much you want me gone. I will be the acerbic thought in your mind and taste in my mouth.