Your book of fears spilled from your mouth.
There was a heaviness in your voice that only the sea carried.
There was a sadness in you, and that look on your face as you spoke
sheltered on my heart and collapsed. I was so sad. It made me want to do nothing more
than to pluck every flower that lives inside of me and put them inside of your eyes.
Those eyes that were pregnant with your very brine. I wanted your mouth on mine,
and I wanted nothing more then to tell you that it was all going to be okay
that after we die everything will be okay.