1When my tears broke the levees that separated

That sad river from the swampy shores of sanity,

The last thread broke

I was running through a field of dreams

But my sleeping eyes were spilling hot liquid

And you were laughing

Your lips are not cruel, they are oblivious

To the egg-shaped muscle in my ribs,

Crack, And they are far too familiar

Children are drowning by the side of the road

But I can breathe underwater,

I am a fish that can’t break the sunlit surface

Your eyes are not cruel, they are haunting

They are crystal and gill-enticing and

I am drowning