I want to still the blinking fragments, ones that time will want to break apart, like ashes and snow swirling through the faint cold sigh of every January wind. I could keep you so close to me, cling to seconds otherwise edited or stolen by memory's shuttering lens, none of the narrative would be lost or translated into unreliable histories. We'll be to remember what soothes one another, what gives us flight when the faul...

When our sleeping bodies contour entirely,nestled in the other's surrendered essence,whether our dreams join like interlacing fingers,or are eras and universes apart,I still want youTo breathe in the night sky,to cradle the stars in your soft hands,and never burn from sneaking awaya fragile piece of the universe.This is what makes you unlike any other,your eyes can be much more than orbsand complex networks of nerves,they...

A knock on the door, as soft and hesitantas your first touch winters ago,when I was falling apart,when my secrets could keep me safefrom what comes after we turn the lights off.It would be wrong to giveso much of myself away,just to summon the warmthof you so near again.To take all I am in the darkand hope it's enough to not cast a shadowover what we were supposed to be.Look into me and see who I really am,not the dark re...

Time moves and unfolds behind your eyes,I see myself when those fragile colored orbsbegin to blossom and constrictbefore you pull away from me. If I am to be nothing more thana bright flash across your sky,hold on to that split secondwhere I am pure energy. Where I make the above an intricate patchworkof electric veins singeing the oxygen,strobing across the land and lightingup all the cold and dark roomsyou thoughtyou le...

There's never been a start or conclusion,only a lock waiting for a key,whether buried beneath earth as hard as frozen clay,or as unknown shapes spiraling just out of reach. You are already as familiar as the cells coursing through the rivers inside methat cannot end until we truly begin,until we chart the specific turnings. A pulse beating softly against mine,morning's first hints of sunlightcutting through the blinds,one...

If the moment arrives where our hands unclasp, I would rather see you leave without a word, to never once glance back at the embers covering me as you exit. I would memorize everything,dissect every syllable and pause when your eyes could no longer meet where mine have always remained. Looking for possible codes and clues,buried like poisoned roots spreading. Turning every hallway in the home we madeinto haunted corridors...

I'll hear you calling out to me no matter where I am, the voice that can pass through walls, flicker among the candle's glowing wick before spreading deep below to crack through winter's ice. Marking the places we've imprinted entire lives on, the lived before and after one another, energies that are the pieces we gave of ourselves, memory's residues mingling to make our shared worlds. The places far beneath that are hold...

she was tired of getting her heart shattered so she filled it with hate, and the next time it was broken the poison spilled out and the villain did not survive her wrath

We're more than just a simple collection of skin and synapses reacting to one another, more than the blackness sweeping over after a star's collapse. After a constellation enfolds, you are the burst of light, existing only in a space of seconds, to cover me with your radiance and the vapors lacing the still air. The beauty we make together may not stop time's violent bloom from splintering into us, or halt where we drift...

You can be inked on my skin, marked on my heart,tattoos and unseen etchings with our names,all our words said in the other's ear Like a secret that knew precisely where to tear open the other, whispers traveling along breezes I can feel you in, the currents coursing through this vessel. Whether I become transparent to you in time, or become like towering walls covered in dark paints and smoke to hide how fragile I can be,...

I'll always wonder if you can feel me through the air,through the floating whispers in winter's coldest night windswhen I graze the soft skin of your cheek as you sleep,the smile curving lips as you dream will be me. Silently reaching and pulling the blanketover your warm tired frame,smoothing away locks of hairthat have fallen over your face,eyes opening to find mine. Asking the misty shape hovering over you,where have I...

You get close enough for me to breathe in, the unique glow from every constellationyou made in my eyes with just a touch,the meeting of our fingertips could be enough To make these dangerous energies burstand paint showers of every color across the sky. Before then, you never knew the poweryou held to make and unmake me,and I never knew floating in such quietspace was darker than any oblivion,until following the sound of...

Take these aching muscles,the cold filling my bones,the stillness flooding every night I lay aloneand chart the burning constellations above. My frame turns to crackling sheets of ice without you,when they finally tremble,the breaking will sound like your namethundering through me. And if names are nothing more thanloving prayers leaving our lips,familiar incantations only made for one specific being,I could spend forever...

I want to be the last note lingering as the song fades out,becoming a final chord to follow you into your dreams,painting the walls your fingertips curiously trace along before stepping out of the house.You follow the cold night air,the ghostly mist swirling aroundwhen you exhale and dry leaves crunch beneath your bare feet.Following a path to the woods,the familiar trees and faint sweet cinnamon scent of the same forest...

Your name cast on stone and skin forever through these dark currents,through warm channels and signals humming through tunnels,communicating the barest texture of what makes you.My hands can follow the bindings,coil with the roots you emerged from,perfect and calling out to me in a language I was still learning the calculated flow of.You must remember where I've come from,the dark cocoon your hands pried open to awaken me...