When you talk there are cracks
through your words that I can look through
and see something once of what you were
and what you're slowly becoming
and only time will tell if you're hatching
or if you're breaking but you've been
so warm and so close to me it sounds like
a heartbeat starting up.
When I lay next to you a fire
bursts through your skin and when I touch
you I ignite but there are deep, still pools inside me
that maybe you cannot touch, I wonder
if anyone can ever touch but at least
you can light them up.
I melt around you because
I've always felt like a razor blade
and my words like edges cutting into the
people around me but when I'm around
you I feel soft and that
I am not something
that hurts but maybe even
you like me.