The Unraveling of August.

I've wrecked me again, scattered, undone... and here... We were foolish to believe and he was simple, then, I could have told him... underneath me... but I turned upside down, you see, and tumbled from up above. Bee stings and southern air, and if I thought I didn't remember, if I thought it was easier to smile when words weren't spoken... brilliance is never found in silence and oh, how I knew I was right, how I knew hearts didn't break when the moon was full... I forgot to look, through the months that his eyes shone brighter, and I almost stopped myself because when almost everything is right.... what does it matter? I wished that he was never enough, though I felt him deep inside, though I rocked through weeks that confused me, though I slipped through fear alone by his side and Wednesday whispered her premonitions from skies that were slightly too dark.... too full of August... for safety. I wanted him to hold me, just once, when the sky fell, I repeated words over and again and found myself... wishing... I was new... and I could feel him breathing when I stopped as irony slapped me back to life, I saw the mirrors crack a little, I saw who I was underneath, I kissed the surface to convince myself I was still beautiful, despite the changes in my mind.... I knew I loved him, I knew... I couldn't hold his hand... so I held onto nothing a little bit tighter, I suffocated circulation, I stopped.... breathing... and came undone... because I could still feel August... and I still... needed him.