Arise

If I am beautiful to your eyes, as long as I don’t move

If I am smart to you only when I’m in silence

If you can't draw my face but when your eyes don’t see me

If my presence is too much for you to handle

I don’t want you. I quit needing you.

My fantasies are the Sea in which you’ll drown

My skin will be a long forgotten tumb in your cemetery

Our playful Passion will become cold wax of dullness, 
covering you entirely

The map of your lips, made by mine, will fly in pieces 
as you break down