my world thanks you for coming into light. you were the perfect hideaway. i spent many nights paying no mind at the moon for open ears. numerous mornings never needed suns rays, for just you were enough to bloom yellow daisies outside my skin. here’s me burning my pride to admit things are empty in the absence of you and internal voids are no fun. apologies for letting you down. i realized myself being selfish with my grip, but tell me how couldn’t one be when coming across such divinity as yourself although my words don’t do you justice. your ancient spirit and immense heart are a gravitational pull. not in a million years are you to be forgotten. my soulmate.
did you watch the sunset this evening? it reminded me of us. i tasted you there and felt you like electricity along my static edges. ache quickly deep-seated in my chest as the dusk enfolded me. I come to think of that quote of all beautiful things must come to an end and that very well may be true because the crack of dawn is never promised. so I’m taking all that i have left of you and i, to be gently sheltered where I’ll always remember the beauty at the beginning before we died. I feel defeated. all i wanted was to hold you close until my bones collapsed. but I failt at a lot of things. like pretending I don’t love you, when I do. they also say if you love something set it free and if it comes back to you, it’s yours. I guess now it’s the waiting game because I’m finally done chasing winds, love.
I aspire to be the love you seek in each lifetime.
I look at you and wonder how someone can beat the ease of the wind. For someone who portrays them self as a wound to the world, you walk with remarkable grace. I look at your arms, oh God, they remind me of velvet clouds. and as tempting as it is to jump right into them, I have this urge to plunge the depths of my chest, curl my fingers around my trembling heart and strip it entirely from these strings, to be carefully placed in the palm of your coarse hands. I waive my right to apologize for every gaze into your lucid eyes, but they have become my favorite place to visit. i search for peace in your vaults of heaven swirled into a grassland, just to marvel at the sunset you`ve been hiding beneath your vessel. no wonder you never cease to fill me with warmth. and for the longest time I thought it was the gates of your smile, but it was the melody of your vocal cords that brought back that remembrance of where home actually is.
out of this bouquet of flowers, your rosy cheeks charmed the attention of these baby blues.
though beauty is in the way you carry those flaws, I more fell in love with the roots you grew from.
and despite the fact that your walls consisted of thorns to protect that halo, i still held you with my bare hands and by far, you were the best pain my body has felt.
eyes closed, i plunged into a world where pulse understood vibration much as my heart burned on fire.
my soul ached and healed at the same time.
darling, don`t settle for reckless hands. you deserve someone who won`t itch to pick and pluck from the flower bed of your mind but rather inspire growth.
below her surface she breathed the moon in flesh,
tugging the ocean of his soul.