I cried suspended in the morning air
My tears they fell and disappeared
Like unstuck snow to the bleak asphalt
I’m cold with touch—but not for long

Is it you or I that holds the knife over my head?
You slice the tension with your ever precious smile
I’m rendered to another helpless disposition
I’m incomplete and it’s cutting me

Is it you or I that holds the knife in conversation?
I’m open-hearted but it’s with a hesitation
You’re a comfort rising unexpectedly
It’s just a cut but I think it’s in desire 
Is it you or I?

A nauseated galaxy
Emotions at infinity
Slurring speech
Spinning body
Am I a black hole?
Devouring

Firmly planted, fair face
I see my past become erased
Your heart is racing, I can sense it
I breathe this moment and
Hold it close