The world spins and stops and starts again. It moves to the jagged hum of your voice

as you pull me out of apathy’s arms and into your bruised and tired heart.

I kiss your sharp edges and shadows.
I know you’re afraid.
  So am I.

I wish we didn’t have to leave each other’s eyes.
The truth in this place between us makes everyone else feel small.

But when I am on my own
doubt destroys my calm and rattles my bones
I realize…
I am walking on a plank for you.

Why do I keep walking, the waves roaring beneath me? Maybe because I really am just another wide-eyed reckless girl.
Or maybe because I think there is a universe hidden in the heat of our stares,
  in your mouth against mine—
  in how your fingers graze up my spine,
  And sometimes…

I want to drown in it.