Where the monsters go to bed

Writing down some inner things // less frequent due to return to school to get a degree

[thoughtkick]

“You think I put my head on your chest to watch TV. Sometimes I just like to hear your heartbeat.”

— Alexander Edwards, I Like To Hear Your Heartbeat

[fedupwithyou]

Do you think

the gods

are jealous

of the fairytale

between us?

[fedupwithyou]

Smile,

my love.

For the memories

we carry

within

will never

be lost

again.

[fedupwithyou]

And I will love you

for however long

eternity

may last

[fedupwithyou]

There is magic

in our memories.

Woven

in the years

spent together -

a spell

meant to last

[fedupwithyou]

I could write love letters

to you,

my evergreen.

I could write stories,

symphonies,

epics —

and still

they would

die

in your

hands.

[fedupwithyou]

The nights

spent in your arms

were the ones

where my being

finally

felt at ease.

[fedupwithyou]

My promise

of forever

was

never

empty

[fedupwithyou]

And so I wished

into the aether

that one day

we

will be

whole

again

[fedupwithyou]

You shattered

a piece of me—

the edges

still cut me.

[fedupwithyou]

I feel deeply—

head first

into

an ocean,

tides crashing,

emotions

running deep,

with roots

refusing

to let go

until everything

burns down

and nothing

remains.

[fedupwithyou]

You

were my

sanctuary—

the quiet

in the storm,

until you became

part of it.

[fedupwithyou]

I wish

for you

to read the texts

pouring out

of me.

[fedupwithyou]

Apollo,

why did you promise

the sun

if we could have soared

through the stars?

[fedupwithyou]

I love

until I break.

Like a merry-go-round,

I keep coming back

to you.

[fedupwithyou]

You seem

too good to be true—

like a lifeboat

just before

I drown.

[thoughtkick]

“You must tell yourself, ‘No matter how hard it is, or how hard it gets, I’m going to make it.”

— Les Brown