you didn't give me the key
to your heart.
It's fine,
I'm a fairly decent locksmith.
And instead of floating in the sea
of blue in your eyes,
I just drowned.
My little boat almost didn't save me.
The warmth of your body next to mine
just scorched and burned me,
so I showered in a waterfall of aloe.
Your kisses peppering my shoulders,
turned into knives stabbing my damaged skin.
And out of nowhere, I pulled out some bandages.