Why didn't you warn them? Haven't you done this before? You call my torrent of hate precious though all you've ever known, are my hungry, wicked veins, like tunnels, spreading, plaguing, leading you, and them, back to me. And, Dear Boy, you should've warned them.
"I had a dream. Do you dream? "We were the same. In tenth grade. "We made the waves during the day. "At night we'd bring peace. Do you sleep?" "Then, did it break? Did you wake?” "I lived my life #centuries. "Dramatized wild plots and schemes. “And you were right there with me.… Continue reading Centuries
The #willow weeps with loss of sleep and cries into the sky. The moon hushes its whimpering leaves, while the wind wipes its eyes. "Please don't cry,"' you dare to say, from beneath its leaves. "Heaven bleeds, "its jealousy, "but you're safe with me."
Innocence-- azure like your empty sky, stained by the scarlet of a broken heart, pieced together by silver plasters, unable to hold innocence. Smoke seeps through where the cracks in your chest unveil your heart, where I swim in your new sea... of Vantablack innocence.
The sun paints the sky in hues of pinks purples. And I #love you like the sun. It reaches its #zenith straightens its crown. And I love you like its climb. It paints the night in yellow stars. Do you love me like the stars? And all the way to Mars, kid.
We start the same as we end. #Effervescent romances, knocking us so dumb we forget how to think. You waved your crimson flag proudly. I didn't notice till I was waving mine- white, like the light I thought you were. You were no salvation. We end the same as we start.
#Vestiges of us: spilled wine on dinner, candles lit, cold seeping from an open refrigerator, oven reeks of burnt Dutch apple pie. Someone's knocking. Living room decorated with sparkling glass shards from the coffee table. Someone's banging. "Anyone home?"