You make sunlight bend. A glimmering aura borders me from you. We speak and laugh as my heart whines and keeps hush-hush. My true emotions rolled up like a message written on weathered cloth in a corked glass bottle, floating out to sea. You started a war in my head, without knowing. All the possible reasons for why I'm not good enough, shoot down the reasons I am. The storm subsides, as my brain waves pull and crash onto the D-Day sand. I climb up from the pit in my stomach- We need to talk.