
I want every spec of his gathered stardust
His hands around my waist
I want every inch of the constellations scattered accross his back
Tracing my fingers along each freckle of his to the next
I found the map that guides me home
Each time I'm lost
Hopelessely I was always waiting for someone to help me make the stars align
He did not accept that I was dead as all my blood turned into wine
He is the last star I needed to find in order to connect the dots amongst my own galaxy
It all made sense now
Each page I bled my poetry of pain from the past
All the half loves, shades of grey, fragments of my heart shattered on the floor and rose tinted glass
All of my ghosts, all of the lies, why my stardust never truly collided with anyone else
Each night I spent begging the moon to send me him, all of the lonely nights spent alone in my favourite room, why everything I didn't want revealed the truth
All of my words I wished one day would be appreciated, restless nights kept awake praying that someone like him existed
It was within my chaos I learned I desired a soul like his, he was the calming sound of the rain
Pitter-pattering of trickles down my spine
Wherever his fingertips brush against me
Meeting him was coming home after a long, long, search for a blue moon
Only his love is once in a lifetime, surreal and safe to succumb to.
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC
I still remember
Scattering
Stars
Accross the
Canvas
You once
Caused me
To
Hate
Decorating my
Darkness
Masking it
With
Art
Always
Was my
Strong
Trait
Defeatedly,
I still
Crumbled
At the
Knee
Of your
Black clothes
& Red
Rose.
-it's a good thing I'm a lot stronger now.
I wish we could try again
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
I still remember
Frollicking in the garden with you
Falling in love with
Magical colorful lights
Your hand entwined in mine
Sweaty palms
Widened pupils &
Your pretty eyes
Infront of mine
A fairytale,
As psychedelic
Trips usually are
That's what you were
One big trip
An illusion
An idea of who
I thought you were
What I thought we were
What I was to you
Wasn't enough
Didn't mean more
Than the next party
We escaped to
It wasn't until
Frollicking in the garden
Past cold fingertips &
Warm coffee sleeves
A beautiful family
Holding hands
Fresh baby face
All theirs to hold
Did I realize
That's what I
Wanted
Instead
-It was within that one moment I wanted to escape to reality for a change.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 2:34 AM UTC
There is a
Fine-line
Boy
Between
Soaking in
Self-Interest
As your
Standard
Of decisions
& Healthily
Doing you
Is it really
Unhealthy to
Love
With your
Entire
Soul
Or to
Drain
Someones
Instead?
-When I packed my bags I took my empathy with me.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 12:14 AM UTC
Naked
Under the
ᎷᎧᎧᏁ ☾
Manifesting
My world
Into the ways
I want to
& After I
Shower myself
In the
s t a r s ☆
I won't
Come back
To you.
-but I bet it was fun while sαcяιғιcιηg my soul.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
Reconnecting
With his
Body was
Like
Stumbling back
Upon the map
That guides me
Home
Each time
I'm lost
His strong
Arms around
My waist
Constellations
In his eyes
Yearning for
His soul
After Being
in your
Embrace.<\♡
ι ωιℓℓ
αℓωαүs
нαvε α
ғιяε ιηsι∂ε
вυяηιηg
ғσя тнαт
мαη.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
as I lay awake
robbed by the
ghost
of you
again
I submit to
haunted daydreams
longing
river flowing
wet dreams
fairytale
facade ever
endings
& terrified
of each
corner of
the
universe
we used
to
dance.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC
she was not herself ever, but my god was she ever clever. her personality was lost by the way, you could tell that during each day-to-day.
she feared every moment she had to speak, her vocal chords ached and always felt weak. she wanted to blend in and disappear, she never knew how to make magic appear.
... It was all an accident. <\♡
the way she
found
fatality
when she
looked for
her
personality.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
You were always around with your head in the clouds
Feeling so high above me while knowing you never loved me
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 8:50 PM UTC
It was
one
of those
nights
Unfamiliar,
echoes
in the
room
Pure space
four walls
******
to
my
madness.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC