Too Close

My skin is itching from lying too low
I hide here unsafe among these green nails
Though knives cutting into my flesh might show
The unsightly blood --a slow, painful trail
Of these thoughts too dark to be shared with you
Of cryptic prose uncomfortable to read
Of human heartache admitted by few
Of truths you couldn't begin to conceive
I won't make a sound, nor feel the sharp blades
Slicing my soul into two separate wholes
The part that is yours will have to remain
Alone in a place where you can't console
The memories bleeding out fresh, deep wounds
From dreaming in grass too close to the moon