As close as cloud and sky
bound to never be apart.
It's like our atmosphere,
or the liquid from our eyes.
Deep like the sea
a dark, black, bottomless perplexity.
Washed up corpses on the beach
Is really all that I can see.

As I close my broken eyes,
shattered glass scrapes
up the remains.
How am I supposed to find you,
when I myself am lost?

That falling feeling is great,
when you can still land on your two feet.
But don't pretend it didn't hurt a bit.
Muster all the words you think you know,
I'm sure you'll finally see that
it's not only your legs giving in.

Your skin isn't so soft,
and your eyes
like over washed pieces of glass.
Ripped by the torrent
and pelted by hail.
But whenever I look to your line of vision
I can only see myself,
mocking me from inside you.

As the only one
who can speak this way-
I'd ask you once,
Why did you stay?
I really enjoy the solitude.

But, awoken as always
I'm not sure if I can say
in this dream I've been having,
was it just a rainy day?
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