When texts become...well. this.

I cannot streamline anything. 

Alone. 

Down here again. 

I don't know how to quit the things 

I've tried so hard to 

stop. 

It's not like our new bubble, 

it won't deflate or pop. 

Instead it's like a message that I've tattooed to my 

mind. 

Afraid to be alone 

with only just one pair of eyes. 

It's not okay to feel this way. 

I know it has to change. 

The other eyes are slighted, decomposed and rearranged .

And though I feel the poison in his overdosed, 

cramped hover. 

He's like a button contract. 

"Give your eyes now, to another."

But if in fact, I do it,

cut them out without a plan. 

I''ll wind up like the pixied lost

in "other mother" land

It's crystal clear when 

we deft the 

nag of obligation

until i finally catch the cold of crystal 

separation. 

The clarity of see-through glass without 

your heart to lead it...

It lends itself to fogging up 

and though I do still feel it

The parallels and hues inside the 

safety of your form

Get lost as I get mixed up past the calm eye of 

your storm. 

I don't want to desert you. 

I only wish to give you more. 

For hidden underneath you is the

love i've waited for. 

We painted it all backwards. 

And it hurts. 

But do the math....

We've found the destination, 

But we haven't any path. 

I promise to 

discover, dig and 

carve up every land...

If you can walk us through 

the broken tracks. 

and hold my hand. 

And perhaps during moments when the 

pressure sparks it hotter. 

The burn will 

melt my 

guilded wings. 

So I can be your water.