I didn't fall off the world just to see you

you are not my unicorn

Don't you dress up my heart with your words

they're holding me down, I can't swim

I fall off the edge and begin to drown

it all happens again

I can't fight it like before

and dancing to your pipe

marching to your fife

I fall off the watchtower

and bleed on the grass

bright crimson red

and bleed on the grass

I won't do it again my friend

you are not my unicorn

sometimes i can pretend like it never happened...

forget the liquid longing of your skin and mine,

always accidentally on purpose.

but our collision was harder in my head

the mess of shattered eyes and no personal space

your aftershave over newly scraped chin,

and all your awkward hugs

you would have bruised me less in an embrace,

instead of punching me with your beautiful mind

a kiss would slap my face, but be better soothed than souls.

i tried to run away, i tried to flee, i wanted away,

escape from everything we couldn't be because of almost

every time you begged me back with breath and sighs

all those words in that voice in my ear, too close

you were always too close.

excavating pieces of me with too knowing laughs

how my face felt in your hands, your tears on my face

so many tears between us like one big funeral.

we knew it was over when it began, we knew it couldn't last.

you warned me you would break my heart, and wept as you tore it up

you bathed it in tears but kept ripping,

and there were kisses among the blood.

i loved you better before you knew me,

and narrowed me down to another dark memory,

caged me in perfect stone.

i am the walking tombstone of our love,

and you are it's epitaph.

i sat down to write you a poem

but how can i hope to suspend

all that is you into ink and paper

i could describe how you look

or how you seem or what you say

but the freed spirit you are

would elude my embalment of words

so maybe i don't have to write about you

(like those i've entombed before

in my poetry books and thoughts)

but relax and discover who you are

i feel that if i tried to keep you

you would struggle free unbruised

but i would be wounded and bereft of you

so i have purposed not to touch

and simply be in your vicinity

face first into Your plan

forget getting my feet wet

and though at first it's that cold ocean shock

now i'm trying to bob on the waves

because fighting them causes drowning

and there's no life guard

or sandy beach

just me and You in eternal ebb and flow