i want your hand in mine under the table, your soft smiles across the room, your side against mine on the couch— little reminders of your love that no one else will notice, but will mean the world to me.
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i want your hand in mine under the table, your soft smiles across the room, your side against mine on the couch— little reminders of your love that no one else will notice, but will mean the world to me.
maybe i’m meant for life instead of love— to live and let live, entirely apart from you, but finally in peace.
blissful blissful pain // april 2
hear that echo?? it’s the sound of your name in the wind. i screamed it into the sky trying to forget you so many times that it stuck there.
take two // april 2
i taste the feelings i haven’t let myself express for an eternity rupture between the fervid unity of our lips. my fingers are whole upon her skin. the reflection of headlights on powder blue irises, winter sweaters mashed against the floorboards, on her body, on the backseat of her parents’ suv, i taste her, and she is mine.
III // november twelfth
you made me forget what it felt like to be lost
i’m exhausted from pretending that i’ve forgotten how to love you // april twenty fourth
discontinue the virile songs of apollo’s lyre; my soul’s throbbing smooths only against the cadence raised by aphrodite’s violet enchantresses
sapphicism // november fourth
falling in love with you was the best mistake i've ever made
i can't make myself regret you // july fifteenth
I see you in everything. The sky shines like your eyes; the wind dances like your laughter. And that, my dear, is why I'll never forget you, why you'll always be on my mind. You're my world-- the basis for every aspect of my existence: my sun, my moon, my stars, my sky. Darling, darling, you can't ask me to move on. How could I, being as I am, fall out of love with the universe?
the You-ness of it all // june eighth
'you know as well as i do that i've never believed in a god before. but, nowadays, i pray to him every night just to make sure you wake up the next day. it's not worth the risk. i need you to live day after day after day. i need you to make it. i need you, no matter what parts of myself i have to sacrifice to keep you.' she looked down at the rosary dangling from her fingers, and in that moment, i swore that i saw the fires of hell burning behind her eyelashes. how beautifully ironic it was to see that my angel had a copy of lucifer's heart.
god's second fallen angel // june fourth
so go ahead and look away, darling. look away and pretend that your heart doesn't fall into beat with my breathing, and that your eyes don't find their way to me in a crowd time and time again, like i, as a whole, am your second nature. go ahead and pretend that i've always been your Nothing.
we were in the bathroom alone at the same time today and i know that you figured out that it was me because after i left you went away for a long time and when you came back your eyes looked like you’d washed them out the same way that you used to wash out your mouth to forget what i tasted like on it // may thirtieth
and when i told her about my dreams for our future, she took my hands and smiled like a war survivor. “oh, my dear, we both know that we’ll never make it to a ‘forever’. my heart is already as good as broken. they told me not to play with fire, and god knows that the spark in your eyes mirrors a burning match.
apollo’s heirs // may twenty eighth
there’s exactly 7,503,951,703 human beings present on this planet and yet you’re still the only one i see.
i’m exhausted from pretending that i’ve forgotten how to love you | may eleventh
and, still, i can’t wash away the memory of the first time you kissed me. i’d always heard that a cancer’s kiss felt like rain, and i guess i’d pictured your rain as that soft morning mist that dusts your cheeks. i’d imagined walking in a dewy field barefoot and feeling the droplets tickling my toes. i’d thought of brushing the soft ocean tide with my fingertips just as it reaches its climax and recedes once again. perhaps that’s why i’d been so surprised when our mouths collided and i could taste the stories of a million storms on your lips. before, you’d been so gentle and slow– smooth waves waxing and waning with the moon’s silent beauty– and then i’d realized that you’d had a hurricane within you all this time– a surge of tides that thunder when they break and spray saltwater with the passion and potency of a set of bittersweet brown eyes.
what i’ve forgotten // april twenty eighth
and now that you’re gone, who’s gonna catch me when i fall??
and with you gone // april twenty seventh
through each shadowed midnight ill find myself a place amongst the stars right next to you gazing down at the world like its yours gazing up at the moon like its mine and then ill fall to the earth as the estranged child of a meteor shower burst through the atmosphere in a bang of colorless flames and scentless fumes break upon the earth as if my bones are toothpicks in a widower's teeth and i am the sole spirit who still can tell a true love's tale
tall tales of love and loss // unknown date
dedicated to you for parting the seas for me then letting the waves crash down just so i could feel the sting of saltwater on my cheeks and know once again what it feels like to be alive
dedications for an unwritten book // unknown date
and somewhere out there between the stars, a girl loved a girl and all they called it was ‘love’
untitled // unknown date