Out there was war zones
And in here was paradise
Our heads lay on the pillow
Arms brushed up against eachother
I told you I could burn you
And you said my fire gave you the warmest light
You didn't promise me the world
But said a fragmented puzzle was something you were accustomed to
And I wished that I could offer you something whole
With not even a suggestion of "some assembly required"
I read chapters of your skin
An archive of a library
And I wonder if it's a place I could be written into
My fingers trace the section of care instructions on your lips
And I wonder if they're the ones for me

Bathed in silver, cracked in gold
love got into one of your stories again.
               ❝ i swear i didn't mean to be temporary ❞

Sangria flames and broken glass;
dry ashes mixed with lavender petals,
a phoenix beckoning the silk threads of night
                ❝ desolation took a bite from the moon ❞

You will become brittle dust to feed old books on shelves,
and I don't regret that I both poured
and drank
a cup of lust and sorrow, just for you
              ❝ do you still want to kiss the ink off my lips ❞

Tip the dish to catch the koi,
as you reincarnate once again;
mind those knives in the sink,
and please remember, that fire is impatient
               ❝as you succumb to me in all thousand lives. ❞

I am awake  to life
opening my heart
loving fiercely

To the North, a broken dream remembers,
To the South, lost memories,
To the East, what will never be,
To the west, a rain of embers.

To the North, fallen angels crying
To the South, tears of sorrows,
To the east, not looking for tomorrow,
To the West, hopes are dying.

Maybe the direction, or the pain,
Might trace the place
Of my tears of rain;

A spinning compass eats me inside,
Looking for myself,
Nowhere left to hide.