He is everything that I want to be

until he pulls the covers over us

maybe I never knew him at all.

His face like a sunset sky

all blues and reds, dark horizons

mellow nightime whispers

echo inside my head

and ring clear to my heart;

walls that crumble, a battlefield

that was closed for business

until a learned lesson is lost.

He is everything that I am,

what I hate to be, but can't let go;

the mirror image that shattered,

my pieces cutting me,

glorious red pain swells and falls.

He loves me for everything that I am-

every scar, every crack that bleeds,

the desperate whisper, assurance

his fears caught into mine,

our cuts run just as deep,

my tears are sacred to him.

They are alone in their darkness,

something just as deep as my own

They can only see me,

my darkness that attracts

They look for something that is free,

but I have nothing left to give.