Tonight I wish to dance
with the shadow,
and let him sweep me off my feet;
I wish to let blood stain my wrist
and moonlight pierce my iris
As I embrace the ebony warmth
of my enemy.
I will let the dark feathered wings
sprout from my spine
and lift me away into the stars
To dance only the darkest dance,

and in the morning I will be light again.

You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
anew.

You see beauty in me,
a torn flower?
One of us is surely blind.

You put the static back into my body -
the kind that gives me life.
Holding your hand
was such a comfort,
and I didn't want it to end.

I need to stop
digging up love
And let it grow instead

The nice thing about being free
is that I can give other hearts
a chance.
Maybe this one will stay.

I should delete the poems
I wrote for you -
But they’re too beautiful,
too painfully true.