Cracks?

Look at the sun, you told me
But night fell and I wanted to bathe in the river
Drown myself and feel alive
You were always warm
I look into what blinds the dam in me
It will hold up,
For now.

Cracks?

The waves have tried to take me
I resist the thrusts
Grabbing your warm hands,
Help?
I feel naufragé.
In a naked slumber,
I think of release.

Damaged cement?

In a gaping abyss I hide 

Knee-hugging and slightly shaking

Off lightheartedness.

Holding my breath

Your fingers are lost in space

I chase them

But I claw at a wall of graffiti.

I sleep with two eyes open

And your scent has left my pillow

But your smile is as radiant as always

It tears me apart.

There's a crack.

Cracks?

Or none?

Will it hold up

For now?