Tell me

Tell me the song you use to get yourself to sleep at 3 in the morning. I want to know which lyric crushes your heart into a thousand pieces, and the lyric that puts it back into place. Tell me every thought that goes through your head when you stare at your naked body in the mirror. I want to know which body part you love the least. Tell me what you fear in life, the thing that brings you the most darkness. I want to know what makes your heart pound rapidly upon the mere thought of it. Tell me those thoughts that enter your head when you gaze off into the distance. I want to know how the colour of your eyes feel when you're entranced.
 
Because I want to wrap myself around that song, analyse it and hold it against my chest and feel what you feel. I want my heart to break too, I want my heart to mend itself, exactly how yours does. I want to look at that body too, to see a human, a person and not just flesh surrounding bone. I want to kiss it until you love it as much as I do. I want to tell you mine, so you aren't alone as we both travel through the dark. I want to caress it and hide it away, somewhere you and I cannot reach. I want to hold those thoughts in the palm of my hand, clenched as I blow them away over a cliff edge. I want to taste the sound of your voice as you describe this to me.

Alive

I saw the ink on your arm, scrawled on in a casual fashion yet screamed to me like no other ink ever has...

"I am alive"

I am trying to understand your struggle to keep inhaling and exhaling, to keep the way you move your toes and feet in order to keep balance, to be able to close your eyes and reach your sweet solitude. I wonder what it's like in your head, what combination of neurons firing led you to consider placing that beautiful arrangement of letters on you. I wonder then what led you to walk into a place with needles and ink wanting to place those three words on you, on that spot, visible, so that everyone can see.

You are alive are you? Then please, show me how to live.