Octavio Paz

My arms are tied to strings like the lifeless limbs of a puppet with plastic skin. Worn, and rippling through the winter air; strings that belong in your hands. 

You chewed me up and spit me out, I needed that. 
Eyes, sharp as ice, cold and blue, cut me in two. 

My breath fogs your glasses so you can’t see, I’m not allowed to breathe. They slide off your nose onto the sheets, you’re safe in me. Have you ever wondered why I’m so afraid of all this change- a well inside me, overflowing, I get so nervous I’m scared you’ll notice. 

No matter what happens: the sunset’s always right on time. No matter what happens: the nightfall blankets the earth and sky. No matter what happens: remember, the darkness is transient. No matter what happens: come morning, the sun will rise again.