Into The Fire

I let your colors drip into my iris. Breathing in the pain, the distorted little details you lead to be perfection. One last time, I wish you could press your hatred to my lips and exhale, let me soak in your insecurities, turn it into something beautiful. The reflection in the mirror has proven to be fantasy, and you loathe the replica of what you wish you could become. I’ll take you there, hold your hand every step, and lead you into the shimmering joy of the darkness. I know this isn’t what you had in mind, just let it bathe you in warmth, fill your skin with this melting security. I will protect you, my arms like shields hold you close to me. We are untouchable when intertwined, Hands winding into something almost beauty would wince at. And I know that we can’t be complete, no gleaming swirls of the sun’s rays even touch your skin, only the stained exterior of myself.
I wish you could see inside me, and pick apart all of the rotting parts. I wish you could clean my core, and make me whole again. You hold me up to the light and I grip you tight. Too incomplete to stand on our own. I would hold onto you forever, if only you promise to never let go in return.