She holds the
moon in her eyes.
His eyes hold
the sea.

Her beauty enchanting;
casually, she'd make
him cry if she
pleased.

Witches worship her aura.
Wolves bowl, howling.

She knows she is magic.

Heart on my sleeve. My soul on a leash.

I am a body of people
from my past,
stammering I love you's
and sudden goodbyes.

They will tell you different. But real pain, never really goes away. It is just latent.

She said,
"I love the hardest.
My love can hit you
hard like a train."

He said,
"it's okay, I can take it."

"And my soul has
a certain darkness,
it will sometimes drive you insane. Poison you,
like kryptonite does Superman."

He said,
"it's okay, you can
be my weakness."