you see the world
through a broken lense
if you gave me the chance,
i would've picked each star
from the velvet sky
to put you together again.

in the darkness
my heart calls for you
your face,
is forever the first i see
when i close my eyes
and let the shadows take over.

during those twilight hours
the moon gazed upon us
and blushed,
not knowing
where you ended
and i began.

we crashed into each other
like a perfect storm
but they say lightning
never strikes twice,
maybe that's why
i find it impossible to let you go.

my love for you
is still seething
from it's violent birth
you lit a fire in me,
and now i live
with an eternal burning
longing to be taken alive.

under the moonlight
you kept close to me
becoming my shadow
under a velvet sky,
your body screaming
for the touch of my fingertips.
in the darkness i lie,
i still hear your ragged breaths
the feeling of your sweat
travelling down
the arch in my back
haunting me like a phantom
you are my ghost in the night.

they say with lovers time stands still,
i didn't fully understand until one rainy morning in paris. you'd let me wander aimlessly around my favourite bookstore for hours, smiling sweetly at my excitement even though you hadn't read the prose. you escaped into the morning air, i walked out of the doorway to find you and the hands of time silenced. there you were, tucked underneath the dew; the crimson morning sun lighting you up. you were deep in conversation with a lone artist, mesmerized by her work. the watercolours dancing in your eyes. i thought you looked so beautiful, that the notre dame behind you dwarfed in comparison. in that second i knew i would spend forever trying to keep that look in your eyes.