I don't understand.

Why do you all love me

For the way I look?

It's only skin and bone,

Fat and muscle.

I want to be loved

Because I use big words

And trip over air.

Because I always

Take care of people.

I don't want to be

Called beautiful

For the body that

I've been starving.

I want to be called

Beautiful for the

Intelligence in my eyes,

The kindness in my voice,

And the sadness

In my heart and soul.

Please. Please.

Love me for the reasons

That I love you.  

You know I'm strong.

Even if you can't do this, I'll be strong.

The ocean is still an ocean,

the sky is still a sky

        But an ocean without its horizon

        a sky full of dark clouds.

My world is still here though.

There is still the dark mist that hides the sky,

and the huge grey cliffs which bury all the directions,

the sun, the moon and its stars.

There is still the stillness in the ravens' call.

The heavy waves still roll

and drown my white naked feet on the shore.

And I know I still exist. I still walk and breathe.

         Partly breathe, but it doesn't matter.

For I still can and that's what should be.

Even if you're like this for the next decades,

for you I will always be strong.

But please, be still. Stay as far as you're near.

Let those eyes be as empty as they are.

Dark, distant, a stare of nothingness, I don't care.

We are both blind anyway.

        And I am always kind.

Even when I know

you are not behind your skin when I touch you,

I won't complain. I can't feel anything either.

As long as you stay with me like this forever,

in this island where there's no night or day,

Even when you're just a ghost, unfeeling, soundless,

staring straight at the grey, hushed waters,

I won't let myself know you are.

Even when your heart had already crossed this isle

and left me for another,

as long as your body, your face,

your unsmiling face, is here,

you are mine.

         Mine.

Even if I know that you being here is a lie,

as long as I can still sleep on your silent bosom,

and I can still lean on your cold arms,

you will always be adorned, and worshiped.

And I will keep my head like this on your lap 

as I stare at the white sky, watch and taste 

your dry mouth from the splashes

        of the rushing waves,

then feel the thin silhouette of your face,

your hands, your feet, your chest, your hair,

your soul from all the shadows around me.

These feelings are immortal

and I have already immortalized you,

here, in this isle, 

        where I am always strong.