Empty
I cling to you with an empty soul; the storm has blasted through my last defense, only flesh and bone remain. It has stripped me of my bravado, the twinkle in my eyes and the only shred of happiness left within me. I flop emotionally naked into your joyfully clothed arms. The arms that need not grind through the habitual trifles, the ones that are allowed to live. I wish you could understand what it feels like to grind out every waking moment, but I cannot, in good conscience, wish my burden upon an untarnished life. No one deserves to experience my bare existence.
I hold on to you for dear life because I can no longer feel myself; my body went numb long ago. But you, you are warmth to a freezing body. It is impossible to express just how much your soothing touch helps to clothe my acing body. The storm has left me raw and vulnerable, even to the slightest undercurrent. But your boat cradles me softly. Suddenly though, you begin to withdraw. Shocks of fear jolt up my arms, as I cling just a bit tighter. I don't want the comfort of your blanket to be removed; I need it just a bit longer. You seem to sense this because your embrace is soon replaced with something even more comforting: two sparkling blue eyes. Your eyes overflow with soft tears of concern, not pity. No, with you it's never pitiful. I look into your untainted eyes who have not been tainted by the rolling storm and I wish my mirrored yours. But they can't now. God, I wish they could. I wish I could live in this very moment because when you hold me in the comforts of your heart, I feel. Even if only for a moment heat seeps into my extremities. You give me that one glimpse of a happy ending I've been needing my whole life. You allow me to feel what's its like to live life, not grind through the storm.