If you were the moon, I think you'd still pull the tide.

The ones that start tsunamis.

If you were the moon, i think you'd still light up my nights.

Only with the help of the sun.

If you were the moon, you would have loved for you with desire.

The kind that keeps the fire lit.

But if you were the moon, i think it would burn.

The sun that you chase and will never meet,
still rises in the east and puts you to rest.

The tree portrays trust to tangle in the winds gusts.

Allow your mind to envelope my words in ways the leaves move freely.

Entwine with my body, silent secrets, sweet something's, and shadow my sheer sorrow.

These wax wings stood no chance against your rays; I was warned, I know, but what's more tempting than safety

or perceived safety.

Like Icarus I fell from the sky into the waters and met a cancer; now i'm drowning cause I can't swim.

i'd rather be star gazing
but that's what got me here in the first place.

you: a fragile flower. soft to touch and blooms when no ones looking.
me: a gentle spring rain. soft to touch and comes when you need it most.
a nourishment for the soul,
being that this is all metaphorical.

my heart: a cumulonimbus,
so full and heavy with love spilling out the sides and wetting pavement.
you're the flower that rose from the concrete,
a foundation not suitable for the exceptional
so i will water you, flower, and smell the aroma each time like its the first;
mixed with fresh rain,
I could bottle the scent.

Orion taunts me these nights,
stretched across the sky but never making it to battle.

The constellation mocks me these nights.
I wish Orion would fall from the sky and **** me.

What a beautiful tragedy that in ways he already has.