I think about telling you every day,
But it all catches in my throat.
All the exhaustion of chasing you
Away from a cold blacked haired girl.
I am exhausted from trying to show you
Your worth.
I can’t look you in the eye
Because I’m afraid I might melt.
That all this hard wax and silent flame
Will converge in my eyes
And I will cry.
But these tears won’t be
Salty
Or clear
But bitter
And black;
Hating every moment I look down
Instead of up
Into your eyes
The ones whose black tears I cry.
You are my black sea
And I a ship that can’t seem to float;
So now I drown never seeing
What the moon looks like at night--
--Never knowing where Venus will rise
A wanderer like me
Trying to be brighter than
That black haired girl
Who stole my black sea
And drank it dry.