I join you in a kiss, letting our tongues explore and experience each other. Holding you in a warm embrace, never wanting this moment to end. I vocalize the deep encumbrance of our kiss, losing myself in the pristine majesty of you.  The two of us joined together in an epic story of love and passion. My hands finding a home and solace in the curves of your body. My heart in a continuous race with my lungs as the warmth from your fingertips penetrates my skin, finding myself lost in the tangled messes of my mind. But this has only been a dream, your touch and our kiss a mirage of loneliness in the deepest parts of my mind.

Misery; life’s dark temptress. The low melodic lull of her voice tugs at my mind, urging me to once again commit the sin of self hatred. Words of ruin work to deaden my already dim spark of humanity. This kind of sadness is a pain that begs to be remembered. A pain that begs me to be swallowed up by the monsters rolling around like a cannonball in my head. A pain that wants to latch onto the marrow of my bones and **** me dry, leaving an empty husk of the woman I used to be behind. But no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I want to float in a soothing black sea of nothingness until I fade away, I catch a glimpse of life; a spark I’m drawn to like a moth that’s all too willing to be burned. The sadness begs to be remembered but life has a way of quieting the voices screaming for ownership of my soul, a decisive break from the chains that once bound me giving me enough room to stand and fight. Fight against the hopelessness weighing down my lungs and the emptiness filling my chest like a breath of fresh air. Because the sadness is a dark stain spreading across my soul, demanding validation, but I refuse to let the demon win.....I want to live.

Emerald eyes, holding so much pain and yet such beauty. Forcing upon me a deep desire to experience life; to experience her. The sunsets of her soul are where I find myself and lose the world. I could spend my numbered days in the trance of her beauty. I am but a stagnant breath on the tip of her tongue and she is the fabled love that fills my mind.

I've got a ticket to the end of the world, perfect for our first date. We can sit on a hill away from it all as the revolution rages on in the distance. This is a lovely moment, but not as lovely as you. The subtle apathy I have toward the fall of civilization is characteristic of the unapologetic affection I carry for you; your smile, your gentle expression, the experience of you. The fall of civilization happens all the time, but here we are, at this glorious moment in time free to share a look. The glimmer of the fiery torches in the background bares a dim unremarkability compared to the sparks suspended in the pools of your eyes. You and me, we could burn down the world or we could sit and smile, content in empathetic embrace, as the world burns itself in a dazzling performance all for us.