please,
don't hurt me,
my heart cries.

but the tears are only of blood,
and you,
you are made of light and fire.

how come i can see it--
see the way your eyes feel like a summer day
and the salt on the breeze
and the wind whipping my hair in tendrils around my face.

i can't see, i say,
but you don't listen,
and neither does the wind.

so i stumble and i fall
but the waves are there to catch me.

but even then are they my friends?