Modern Romanticism

You bleed the deep

Oceans to cross,

Oceans to travel,

Waves to ride.

I weave

Triumph, before your eyes.

I was the spectacle for you to witness

Within your cries.

Do not weep,

But say a vow.

Say what you want

To the stillness, somehow

Where we break against the tide,

Against ourselves.

Love lays wide open

Upon the cracks in our skin,

Upon the mask that fills in

What we do not want to feel

So heavily in the night.

Bleed me

In the open,

Like you did

While your eyes were broken.