You draw me in with tracing eyes

Boundless waves break upon empty shore

Giving me what should be needed

- but greedy for more

You anger me with silky touch

You injure me with not enough

I want to break you like china upon iced stone

Miles over miles of secretly fragile porcelain

If only blind eyes did not fall upon what you atone

If only my deaf ears listened to your beat

Perhaps what was wished upon-

But no, I’m good at nothing but being discreet

Perhaps with a small bit of your courage I could-

But no, I never can never would

I think you see me in your reflection

I believe you to hear a truth

I think it rings loud and clear

          -like frozen ice, solid air

I think it’s song be soft and sweet

-like warm soapy water, pale and fair

I want our dance to be more than rehearsed

-troubled footsteps, sad and cursed

But hark; you enjoy a show…

And as for me?

I hear a rhythm-

I toy at keeping beat.

And when it comes to the stage?

I find I have stilled feet-

If only you could take a breath

-Change your dance for a partner

If only I could find some courage

-This would stop getting so much harder

Perhaps then I would find a way to-

But no, I am good at nothing but being afraid

Perhaps if there were room on your stage-

But no, I supposed I’m more comfortable with my birds caged

And so the waves sing

a softly violent song

They crash upon a shore of ice

wishing it be gone

The ivory is cracked, ever so much so

Your sky is one of blue

-Sad, but warm and new

White and gold is your world,

Jeweled tear drops of dew

I am grey, a violent shade of rock and icy stone

It tosses about in a tempest,

Letting off lonely moans

Its sand is cold, cold enough to lie

Lying to you about being fire

-Burning off your flesh

When really it stills in silence

-Its stillness is dire

Much more so fearful, than a destructive match

For the darkness that is quiet

Is the kind that is to be afeard

It’s the kind that creeps in with rain

With a joyful laugh-

The kind that’s kindest word,

-is a harbinger of pain

A smile the final chance

Stay still now, my love

Keep your heart a beat

For surviving me, at its most

Is the greatest feat

I think you to be a fragile and messy feature

A tangled web in my life

I feel you beggining to strangle

The cimmerian shade inside

Softly now, I beg you to tread

A treacherous road I warn you of ahead

And too far you go

-Already this I can see

For you’re intoxicating

-And addiction has taken hold of me

And the way about addiction goes

It’s insatiable, and no good for both

One it drains,

- the other it strains

And grips into their life

Metalized claws dig into skin, crimson shale inside

Without reason it takes
all that you wish and not
Without logic it breaks
all fragile and strong

And I am not strong

Though the strength I shield from inside

I want to be seen as the ragged rocky shore

But I am only washed away

-never to be wanted more

And you are the sky, the waves, the wind

The boundless, fearless strength forgotten from within

You know your love, one never to move from sight

They always look to the sky, to the fearless waves and all their sun-sprayed might

And yet a million eyes, will never be enough

Not as long as you know there’s more glory to be won

More to prove, more to show

And yet there’s one thing you can’t seem to know

The waves never needed to prove their strength

The sand, it knows, every time its swept away

The sky never needed to show its beauty

The shore, it saw, when it was lost in it everyday

And yet day in and day out

I’ve always been lost in the count

Of every single one who stops to gaze

How to matter to you, was always a maze

One that i’ve been lost in for far too long

Violence has a beauty, that those of the darkest are drawn to

A tempest has an enticing way

The destruction in a wave

One that has crashed upon this shore

-  for far too many days

The storm rolls in, and the waves toss about

They have an enticing song

-A dream of a way out

But there is the truth

Hidden somewhere between the mirth and folly

That the sea is bad for the stone

It weathers it’s harshness away

And yet it toys with its fancies

-Of being lovely and smooth someday