they say that loose lips sink ships,

so my silence is a barrier,

a dam;

it keeps all the water behind it so that the ships won't capsize.

but you coax the words out of me,

maybe intentionally, and maybe not.

you have oceans hidden behind your own barriers too;

oceans carrying more water than the seven seas,

yet you can still take mine.

; please let go of your barriers and let your oceans flow.

i'm here, i'm listening;

my barriers are open to let your water flow in.

see you later.

-- "later?"

oops. sorry. 

i didn't mean to say that.

i meant to say

see you when 

the lights are off. when

the city is silent save for crickets whispering to one another. 

see you when

my eyelids are too heavy to keep apart. when 

all my anxieties are no longer around. 

what i meant to say was

see you when 

exhaustion has brought me to places galaxies away, 

to god-knows-where. 

see you in my dreams.

i am lapsing in and out of my silence, inhaling words and trying to exhale them, but never really breathing.

my silence is a shield, protecting me from harm, yet i am so desperate to take it down, to expose myself to all the dangers i could possibly face, to take a leap of faith out if my comfort zone.

but my words have failed.

; my silence remains.

you're like a time lapse.

time speeds up

so much

when i'm with

you

and it seems

like only mere seconds

have passed

before

you're gone

in the blink of an eye and suddenly

i'm alone

again.

your eyes are

beautiful.

your eyes were

meant to

create

rainbows and sparks and raw delight.

your eyes were

meant to

capture

joy and wonder and the rush of emotion

in your veins.

your eyes were

not meant to

suppress

hurt and pain and agony and fury.

so let it out.

; you'll feel better. i promise.

do you believe in destiny?

yes; yes i do.

i believe in strings between hearts,

pulling two people together;

decreasing the distance between a north and a south pole of the same magnet.

i believe in shooting stars that stream across the sky in a dazzle of sparks,

shooting stars that you wish on,

shooting stars that she wishes on,

the shooting star that you both wished on for the exact same thing.

i believe in the idea - the concept of fate;

that it works in ways that no human mind can ever comprehend,

dragging two people together and then forcing them apart.

so, then, you ask, do you believe in destiny?

yes, yes, a thousand times yes;

for it was destiny that brought me to you.

she told me to jump

and she said she'd catch me

but when i jumped

the ground was the only one who caught me.

now you're telling me to jump

your arms are wide open

ready to catch me

but i am scared of heights.

; i'm sorry.