a relapse washed over me like the break of day
a firm and gentle wave caressing my every movement
this was only ever as far away as the edge of my finger tips
now I glide across the ice, and the blood flows red as your lips.

I've lived so long with you there.
Just sitting and waiting
it’s almost become calming, the way you press yourself against my skin
until you finally found a place.
Inside, I am reminded of you every time
I open my hand, to hold something more.

I live in a small room, overlooking the sea.
You are silent, breathing.
heaving my chest up and down, like the sound of solemn waves.
There is fear in me, that you’ve been in my lungs for so long
If I were to remove you, I wouldn’t be able to breathe.

I’ve lived so silent while you were there.
almost anxious of the sound of my own voice, rising up to
puncture the air, send sounds to bring you tumbling down
like the walls around my heart you crashed into,

I live in a big house, every window
Every door, is open.
People flood in
But so does the cold.
Trapping you inside of me, stinging my eyes
My throat is freezing, flooded with salt.
I can't speak so much to scream.

they think we die loudly, screaming and in protest,
in fact we die with our eyes ******* shut, so close to freedom
but afraid to see it.