I’m finding great depths just beyond guarded eyes, painted in soft sighs and great pains residing just beneath your silly grin. I find all these old scars pinned down on the underside of your soft skin, I find so much of myself in you. In your pain you so urgently hide away but so desperately want the chance to express. You undress under the very same insecurities as I, you look at me wanting the same safe place we are both unsure even exists. You miss the things that felt whole in your chest, you live in your own honesty and self-sacrifice, in your own realism dyeing to be needy instead of needed if only in moderation the temptation to finally give to the pressure of harsh realities and lay instead of lift it. To fall apart within the confines of safe arms to hold you together, keep you warm and make the world stop while you lose your breath. I see you like you see me,  in tiny fragments of a mirror, I’ll make my perspective clearer, strip away my light skin and my slight frame in so many ways I can’t explain I look at you and see myself as very much the same.