somedays I feel as though you were created for me;
when I get the urge to hold your hand and softly smile
when I suddenly feel like I'm floating in your warmth
when I see you and my heart does a great big happy flutter.
sometimes I feel like we're soulmates;
when I hear your voice and I'm transported to a home I didn't know I had
when you say my name and my body melts into a soft puddle
when we agree on the most obscurely important things
every now and then I think we were destined for one another;
when I tell you my fears of my past and you sympathize with me
when you get anxious like I do in crowds or arguments
when we end up drifting closer despite life pulling us apart
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
I want to take you away from your situation
and put you in my arms on the warm beach.
I wanna wake up to you taking photos of our flowers
and listen to you hum as I sweep the floors of our flower shop.
I want to make us dinner after being on the beach all day
and tell you how pretty you look with sea salted and messy hair.
I wanna watch you paint a picture of our cat and ferret
and make us tea and coffee because we both can’t sleep.
I want to take your hand as we dance in between flowerboxes
and gently lead you around our home as we laugh about the cheesiness of it.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
if a flower could dance
what steps would it take?
would a rose waltz
and a lily two-step?
if flowers could sing
what notes would they reach?
would germaniums sing opera
and hydrangeas sing pop?
if i could be a flower
what would that mean?
would that mean if be pretty enough to pick
or that i was merely a **** in your garden?
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
she is archipelagos of stars on an inky black background.
moondust and star stuff,
supernovae and blue cosmic beauty.
she is the beginning and the end,
first places prize and last places hope.
she begins simply and quietly like a match and flame,
slowly burning my existence until I am molten,
like lava in her hands to mold into beautiful shapes.
as tenaciously as she handles me she burns brightly,
and in her eyes I know she sees me the same way.
she sees me as if I am sunsets and smatterings of stars
as if I breathed out cosmic dust
and inhaled the sins of the world.
as if I, myself, could singlehandedly
create beautiful islands of stars in the sky
simply with just a snap of my fingers.
she was like starstuff in my lungs,
a smokescreen of explosive stardust in my chest.
she looked so gorgeous yet was as deadly as mustard gas.
i breathed her in though,
because its what i thought i needed,
a moonlit puff of smoke in the cosmos
as beautiful as an eclipse and as deadly as the love of Venus herself.
she doesn't know just how much i feel
even though i know her feelings exactly.
her starstuff and moondust was never meant to be in my lungs
not on earth nor with my very existence.
why does watching dangerous supernovae closely feel so right?
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC