your face is like the sun sinking into the ocean

i have nothing here to offer you.

under these sheets lie my insecurities
snuggled up comfortably in warmth.
these soft bass lines trail across their lips
traveling indestructibly through your ears
here is your lullaby, dangerous to hear
silent as it may be

i write my heart out in song lyrics
pouring over the musical notes
plagiarism in its finest:
pulling words from talented musicians.
with you, my only plagiarism
comes from the sweet graces of the dictionary
and the world's cliche phrases.

i struggle for these words.
for the syntax and the coherence
to explain to you these feelings,
but i have an insane notion
that even in it's sloppy state
you understand better than i do

and still...
i'm sorry that i have nothing to offer you.
i have nothing to offer you. and nothing,
my love, is just a metaphor for the one thing
that i am hesitant to give away.

(and i'll hope you accept it.
it beats and it bleeds.)