At long past

The bow of darkness

Fingers in my hair

Entwined like lovers in the dead of night

Wrapped solely to save

Me from myself

Cold air that

Leaves snowflakes shivering and

Steals breath

Clouds like swarms of locusts

Fight sight

Frightening those who save

Us from ourselves

Neon blues on

Twinkling lakes shimmering

By brilliant sun rays

The darkest blacks made to

Seem light against

Your eyes which save

You from myself

Water crashing, breaking

At high speeds

Over itself again and

Again

Words to hurt

To question

To quit

Words to softly beg

You to love

Me

Save

Me from yourself