Oh yes, I like this. 

No, I love this. 

Air so thin, I can taste those familiar, desperate breaths. 

Wiser this time; you cleared the sidelines. 

Wiser this time; you locked the doors. 

Wiser this time; you shoved them out. 

But in your efforts to spare them my touch. 

You effort yourself right into it. 

Your effort yourself back here, with me. 

But you see it, do you not? 

You feel it, can you not? 

Acknowledge it, will you not?   

Only in my company, might you find remedy. 

Only in my affection, might you feel care. 

Only in my lullabies, might you rest with both eyes shut. 

I am agony. 

I am shame. 

I am fear, and without name. 

Come time to rise, I let you fall. 

Come days alone, I escort your nights. 

Come blood and tears, you turn right back to me.

Yet time again, you deprive me. 

Time again, you tease me. 

Time again, you leave me.

Away, into a run. 

Away, towards denial. 

Away, towards the temporary. 

But I am definite. 

I am absolute. 

I am all, because I am none at all 

So try, if it soothes you. 

Try, if it calms you. 

Try, if just to tempt from me a more violent chase. 

See it, and lament. 

See it, and regret. 

See me, and know dread. 

You will fall, crumble, snap – right into my arms. 

And i will embrace you in the way you wish another would. 

In the ways you wish another could. 

And it will be nestled between my chest, that you be lost. 

Shattered, and unfixable.  

What do you say, Starchild? 

One more dance, and a million more after?