you fit in this grey overcast world,
with its grey overcast skies
and your intense, narrowed eyes
like mirrors and smoke
and the lightning halving the sea.
i can feel you breathing, watching me.
but everyone has insecurities, and the measures i take to hide surpass this.
i think that maybe i'm the strong one, the beat of the song,
and you're the weak one, gripping the edge of the cliff with no foothold.
but you still push me away.
tides clinging to an impassive shore.
and i'm the moon gravitating around you.
a fine shifting of the axis and the dance of magnetism.
please don't think this doesn't hurt me.