Your words warm my skin
your fingers strike my soul as you would a match, you light up the darkest corners of my mind like how the breaking sunrise sets the sky on fire my starless midnight turned to a blazing wildfire dawn as I lay there looking up at you I realize to love you, is to burn if you are a wildfire, then I am the sunken, hollow trees welcoming the wildfire that is moving swiftly, and dauntlessly through my raw heart as you raged through me, you burned a path the air I breathed that was once dry, is now entwined with the aroma of you my mind once tangled by roots is adorned by the gold hues of the sunlight that now reaches me you planted compassion in my veins you sprouted warmth in my bones you grew flowers in my soul a wildfire burns to make room for new life to grow you breathed life back into my tired soul
Whenever I feel lost
And the presence of you is nowhere to be found All I have to do is write to find you again.
If someone were to ask me "describe falling in love", I would say
Falling in love starts with Awkward silences that fill the room around you Nervous gazes that are filled with curiosity Conversations that turn into fingertips and hands that warm my souls skin It’s the feeling of the hard floor against your spine And hands tangled in your hair Eyes connecting for the first time until you get lost with no intention of finding your way back Its the the feeling of lips grazing your ears and wanting to drown in the moans that flood the room Falling in love is Blankets on the floor Tangled legs kisses soft and gentle until clothes end up getting lost somewhere and the floor is burned into my back Hips molding into mine And your laugh that will always vibrate across my lips Falling in love is the feeling of being in a bookstore sitting across the table from you and you told me to pick out a book I want to reach over and whisper to you We could go to every book store And buy every book And all of those pages and words could never encompass the feeling of being in love with you It’s the feeling of late night car rides and Christmas lights As you pulled over To watch me stare at the lights you ask me to describe the lights to you the way I see them And I want to lean over and say The lights do not hold the same magic as being in this moment with you. Falling in love is the aroma of chocolate chip cookies Friday nights curled on the couch that turn into soft Saturday mornings, forehead kisses and finally having that morning coffee with you in bed. I realized I could never describe to someone what falling in love is like if I were to try and explain what it was like to fall in love with you I know that they would be heartbroken too.
I fell in love with the tiny parts of you
The tiny feeling of warmth of your hands touching my back. The tiny part of you that speaks the truth only when your words are slurred. The small gestures you make to heal the wounds you made The tiny park in your eyes, that looked at me in fleeting moments when I thought I was enough to keep that spark burning. Resentment makes up the other whole, and the tiny sparks of you caulk everything together. The caulk is dripping and cracking I mistakenly spread those sparks and lit them on fire to fill the empty cracks you left in me Now the sparks have faded and I am left with only the cracked dried parts of what I thought was you. Or maybe I am only left with the cracked parts of what you left of me.
The way they leave, tells you everything
The way your eyes filled with nothing the words that fell from your lips have left splinters in my thoughts The way you filled the empty boxes with things that were once ours. You filled those boxes with empty words and promises I come home to a place where there is no longer heart, but only hurt. I stare at the dusty wood floor, wishing that I could burn the squeaky boards that once held your footsteps. My heart still sits in that apartment, covered in the filth of your own despair. You came back as fast as you left. The words you spoke I unpacked and kept. The words still fill my mind with quiet whispers filling my head like a gas chamber and I wait till I find you in that last puff of smoke The way you left tells me everything That I should of left those boxes packed.
you play your gentle fingers down my spine as smoothly as whiskey warms my veins it fills my veins abruptly like dandelions popping out of fresh spring grass A sprout of color, unwanted It tangles my thoughts into roots dig them self deeper into me and I cant tell if they are weeds or they are apart of me. Do these **** grow from your words? Or do they grow from my thoughts.
Its funny how you can sleep next to someone
Feeling their heart beat aganist your shoulder blades Their warm breath trickling down your neck, and sending chills down your spine Their arm draped over your ribs, and their hips curving into your own, melting you into the bed As you lay there, with darkness surrounding you with comfort under the layer of cool sheets you hope you can melt into them, and not ever return. You are surrounded by layers of warmth that don't quite reach your bones Because the freeze of loneliness ripples through you like snow piling onto a empty street Those frozen drops are a gentle reminder that the arm draped over you is no longer a sense of comfort but your own burning stake
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