Unravel Me

You unravel me with just one word.
One simple phrase that makes it worth it.
A whisper will stop the craving of poisonous substances
I must consume to even catch a glimpse of you.
I wonder if a look from you would stop me
In my tracks from whatever tragedy I was on my way
To cause or see or be a part of. You shake me
Like an earthquake from within my bones and
To the surface where my skin aches or your touch,
For your mark to rip my flesh and brand me as yours.
I ache for what you'd offer me, for simple promises
Of "could have", "should have", "should be"...
My jailers, whisper quietly inside my ear,
Tickling my curiosity with their forked tongues so
That I may speak aloud your name. I worry.
I worry every moment despite you not being mine,
Despite this ridge that separates us from each other,
A ridge I am afraid we both began to dig.
And I seem to be stuck in this no-man's-land of black and gray
In which you seem to be the only pop of color in the distance,
Unattainable and yet always seemingly within my grasp.
We cope in different ways, you and I.
You run from me and hide yourself between salvation's thighs while I--
I wonder if it was something I said.
I drown myself in miserable thoughts of what should be,
In liters of transparent liquids that promise me release and always,
Somehow, bring me to your shores...but
I am already drowned in a sea of alcohol and blood,
A sea of unspoken words and oaths and somehow,
Even if I do think I have told you all, there's some deep part of me
that has more to give you, more to promise...
And I cannot help but think our problems come from miserable moments
Of being far apart but without the actual craving to get close together.