Your heart a scenery, a warm breeze and the scent oft salty sea, seagull cries distant and not so distant, your hand tight and secure
on the railing of your ship. Yes, your ship. The wooden planks now clean and fixed, the mast upright, the wind blowing just about right.
Where ever this will go, you are, and this is for sure, the captain.

she was as the smell of smoke,
clinging to my fingertips.
a linger of reckless abandon.
she was always the first ****,
burning my throat as i inhale.
fingertips, trailing constellations,
sweat glistening as the smoke coils.

i need fresh air.
but my lungs are black,
and i cannot breathe unaided.

I trust you
More than I could ever
Trust myself
And I know
You have my back
In a way I couldn't expect
From anyone else.

I know you
Would catch me
If I fell, or tripped,
Or jumped,
Because you believe
In me
Like no one else
Ever has.

This love
Is more real
Than anything
I have experienced
And it makes me believe
In fairy tales, in love songs.

It makes me believe
In us.