Sometimes I analyze my face to the point that I am thoroughly convinced I may actually resemble some sort of aquatic life. Or a man. Or a number of other things I'd really rather not put too much thought into. Since the toll of your true colours has unravelled, so have my insecurities. The graze of your hand gainst my naked flesh sends me into a state of discomfort and over conciousness and incredible vulnerability. It feels horrid but all the while it's all I think about. How ever if your love was tainted I'm in hopes that your trial to rebuild and reconnect will demolish those walls once and for all. Just tear me out from and bury yourself under my skin.