ah, you spoke too hard, cut the stitch in my heart with the edge,
rough skin grazes the most tender of human emotion
and causes the stir, the tornado of nerves and guilt
that takes you under the surface,
suffocating the light and the balance inward;
sinking the ships, launching the anchors into the abyss
far away from the bliss — we wanted to last.
the colder the worse, the dark deep
killed the tender between,
while devouring the rest, we swam
toward the light and the balance,
separated and fearful.