It’s 11:11 and I’m imaging you by my side. It’s late and yet I stay awake, memorising your face for the day the world ends.
I’m terrified, because I made this up in my head. Our hands never touch, your fingers never glide down my neck. Kisses of air. But I can not go to bed, to sleep, to home. What if tomorrows different, and you see me. They see me.
How can I digest what I never swallowed? would my stomach recognise the affection? Or would I throw it up, my stomach hungry and yearning for your lips again. For now I kiss up to the heavens, it’s 11:11, and the stars comfort me with the knowledge that they carry you inside them.

She who is the sun,
Brings me warmth in her embrace.
A gentle touch of brightness,
With a smile upon her face.
She holds her shoulder’s high,
And greets the world with care.
She has fires for her kisses,
And golden streaks in her hair.

Me who is the moon,
Often hides away from the crowds.
Content not to shine at all,
Unless she is around.
Until it’s she who brings me,
Only seen amongst her light.
She’s takes up the lively day,
I embrace the silent night.

I find comfort in the macabre,
While she thinks it dark and scary.
She’s hopeful for the future,
While me, myself am wary.
She’s healing ,heart, and bloom,
While I’m wicked, rot and rust.
I hid away in shame,
While she embraces inner lust.
All the others gaze upon her,
While it’s only me she sees.
For she’s a goddess, the divine sun,
While the quiet moon is me.

I’ll consume my own heart and eat it whole.
So there’s nothing there for you to hold.
For you to protect then break into shards.
A treasure of my love,I left you to guard.
I’ll destroy it myself , just so you can’t.
Dry up the river so there’s no seeds to plant.
Carve out my eyes so you can’t see into my soul.
I’ll consume my own heart,and eat it whole.
Despite your own hunger I won’t cave the best part.
I have no wish to be devoured so I’ll eat my own heart .