to dream of rope embracing my neck or compact powder bursting through my veins to crave for solace and beg for more my arm is getting sore. for chest to feel your words and intentions your smile, your laugh, the soundless contentions i ache and my face pours with my own rain. i'm sorry, my love. our attraction stronger than tide wearing down rocks of steel your love so real it could truly heal. i fear my dark overshadows my light i fear that i'm not worth putting up a fight four letter words spill from my mouth as i bite back the lump of pain in my throat. i cannot fathom this luck i have to call you mine. you assure me a thousand times i am the one you love i am the one who will walk with you in trailing white and flowery light. perhaps i will settle for flight a temporary easy way out to paint away my doubt uneven canvas of broken promises. lost in my own thoughts drowning in an ocean but cut.