we aren't all
still waters and roses,
we each have
our darkness to embrace
our deepest desires,
demons in the shadows
i wonder if yours
has crimson hair
and saucer eyes,
if they hit you
with burning kisses
while you sleep,
just like mine
have eyes of ocean blue
and writers hands
that feel like home.

once again
i'm falling alone
there's no hands to catch me,
only a foolish heart
with a glutton
for p u n i s h m e n t.

if you cannot
unravel my soul,
then you do not deserve
to undress
my body.

time can change
alot of things,
but you dug your nails in
and now, despite the
oceans between us
you're still the only one
my heart beats for.

it is said
that there is
a strange power
in the joining
of unlikely things,
perhaps that is why
our love
was other worldly.