Your skin
holds it all in,
the elastic coating
over a universe,
and it's magic to me
when it brushes against me
because
it's so beautiful,
it makes me cry,
because
you're so beautiful,
you make me cry,
because
I love you so much,
but all you seem to do is
make me cry.

But if I am
to shed tears
for something
or someone
in this world,
this world of
cold eyes
and empty hearts
and vacant minds,
I am grateful
salt water
falls down my skin
for someone
who breathes
so much life
into me.