Her Intoxicating Kiss

Floating, sinking. I am protruding from the surface. The curves of my sea floor slowly expose, each wave bringing me closer. I do not see what you see, your eyes are not mine. I am no longer me, just a layer of skin that only you can see. I am but a barrier of disapproval and invisibility.

Ana, dear, you came back for me, you keep me safe, yet you are going to eventually kill me. I tell you that I am in control, but you silently overcome me. I still will not accept that you need me and that I need you too. Ana, you hold me, and part me from the flesh of others. I am happy (I think) but I am told I look dead in my eyes. They are afraid of what I have become, but it is not me that they see. Besides, no one truly knows by looking at me.

The earths gravity weighs me down. Yet they all say it's all gone. That visual was not me; I was simply tolerating the monstrous disgust I became. I only see what I saw before, and I do not believe what they say. After all they do not want to insult me, so why would they tell the truth anyway?