losing love because of life (and the way our hearts still beat),
not because of death (but because the turning of the tides).
oh, how we long to be each other's reasons be,
but now we speak no reasons, nor truths.
our wordless mouths spill only dry words,
we have stopped discovering each other.

i practically scream -- ribs in, lungs out, ribs out, lungs in--
"SEE ME AS I SEE ME!"
light kissing my collarbone,
"AN ARTIST TOO"!
i could have stopped your heart, i could have made you melt.