if i look hard enough into your starry-eyed irises,
i can see the reflection of lightning fast reflexes
aimed at defending yourself from women like me,
but baby, my entire existence has been
stainless steel you spent the past eternity slowly
gnawing through with your willpower, and i have
lost the strength to battle against supernova pupils
that warn me of impending storm clouds, so baby,
please hold me 'til the maelstrom is over because
i am sick of weathering the monsoon alone, and I
have taught myself to be afraid of waking up to see
another person's soul lying next to me, as if your aura
could give away my location to my apprehensions.
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