Razorsharp Razorclean

Through the storm we reach the shore;
You give it all but I want more.

Your face
My eyes
Your voice
My lies.

Your hands
My palm
This smile
Disarms.

Your stand
Empty space
Sudden fall
Disgrace.

Your silence
My words
Elucidations
Interred.

You snap
I bite
Your left
My right.

Fix me
Broken
Loud and
Unspoken.

Barren heart
Rain down
False start
Unannounced.

You stop
I dart
Your bullet
My heart.