Heartache pierces the heart
Like a fisherman’s hook.
Drawing itself out
The same way it comes in.
In the quiet moments,
Solitude whispers secrets
Promising singular fidelity.
Tightening the noose with silken cord
As she croons and combs your hair.
Following the golden thread,
Sadness holds your hand
Listening ever carefully to her siren song,
Promising everything will be all ok.
Close your eyes, now.
Shhh, don’t listen.
Don’t look,
For Hope stands right around the corner.
You call me perfect
but I’m not.
I am
broken, beaten, battered
shattered
in a million pieces.
Sure, I sparkle
I’ll be your night sky
but, I am
rough around the edges
~sharp like a knife~
Kiss me, hold me
mold me, love me
I’ll be your reflection
your light in the dark
render me
impossible, unstoppable
soft and sublime
but in the end
remember that in my perfection
I am
perfectly imperfect
Meet me under the lamplight
Quarter past ten,
Teeth
tongue
and nail marks
etched upon forbidden skin.
Fingers wound
in th’other’s hair;
searching
finding
conquering
my quivering flesh.
One must love oneself
before the rest
in order to be true to self
What if, I ask,
that comes at a cost?
I love you as much as I am able
As much as I can
As much as the moon and stars
I ask you,
Will you love the wind?
Will you hold a torch in the darkness?
Be a beacon in the night?
Will you let my wild heart
run free
and
wind its way back into your embrace?
What is it like to love a pixie?
AÂ nymph?
Heartbreak and bittersweet,
(I imagine)
To say the least.
I thought you were gone.
I
had so many things to say, I
wrote them in a letter
several letters at a time…
I
wonder why you come around,
~ stick around ~
and leave again; I
couldn’t be bothered to reply,
but,
watching the Watcher
passes the time.