Always leaving, never you

This is warm and quietly real -
moving with backbone,
growing without intentions.

There is no rosy tint to this.
That look in your eye and
your presence
on my skin,
in my mind,
tells me this is real.

Dumb down the feeling,
give it a one-syllable name
and this is still worth
something good.

You stayed for
the melting of the glaciers,
the half moons in my blushing palms
and so,
the knots unravel for you;
we fall into orbit.

I will wipe the salt off my skin and I'll admit that I got it wrong and there is grey between the lines

You,

still burning through my mind,

lighting up the cracks within me.

It's a labyrinth here,

you're still finding your way and

you forget that even I still get lost sometimes.

Me,

with an early-morning mind at midnight.

Hot molten lava dripping through the crevices,

a flood of warmth blocking out the light.

I'm growing,

because of this.

You,

too far gone to notice.

And so, these words collapse into each other,

struggling to stand.

The conversation's moderated by the noisy streets below

You are the only soundtrack I want
playing these days.
And even then,
the film reel spins,
slowing down
at my favourite parts.

The sun is in the sky

and the stars are in my eyes.

My wave, my shark, my demon in the dark, the blue tide pulling me under

The cars are cruising past and you put the windows on lock to keep the warmth in. The sunset beams through the windows, a glow of pink and peach swirling through the grey smoky puff of clouds. The things in my head are still there when I open my eyes but this makes me forget. The silence leaves room for doubt and this has never been easy. Can you feel me sobering up?

Counting my losses as I let them go

These thoughts are violent,

violent, unassuming and

burning through the good.

There it is again, the voice that doesn't belong.

But you prop the door open despite the cold

and pour enough water in the kettle for

three cups of tea.