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rk May 2020
endless times
you have called me
in and out of your orbit
sharing moments
of melancholy and madness
i'm drawn once more
to the violet light you emit
you stand beside me
and i feel it
f a m i l i a r i t y
you are the constellation
in my darkened sky
your hand in mine
a hushed whisper
during a forced goodbye
a forbidden confession
of an eternal craving

i wish i could hold our memories
tightly inside rose petals
despite the aching
despite the uncertainty
i know only this
if i am to live wholly
i can't do so without you
my fallen valentine
my immortal shadow
and so i'll wait for you
over the hills past saturn
underneath the burning sky
like a wilting flower
summoning the rains.
rk May 2020
i should have warned you
that if i kissed you
more than once
i'd fall in love
but your lips met mine
underneath the velvet moon
and i couldn't help
but ask for more
my lips longing to taste you
again and again
my own demise
dancing infront of me
your sweet kisses
my own undoing.
- i couldn't stop loving you if i tried.
rk May 2020
what if we weren't
so bound by time
what if, like the universe
our thoughts,
our memories were linear
burning, alive and electric.
what if we could swim
between what has been
and what is yet to come,
would our moments
underneath a summer moon
where our souls bled
and our demons danced
be the ones you go back to?
- this routine is all too familiar.
rk May 2020
as darkness falls
i feel you
calling to me.
the starlight
screams your name
pulling me back
to silver nights
dressed in midnight,
with your kisses tasting
like strawberries
and fated promises.
rk May 2020
your lips meet mine
and i reach such a high
life is sweeter
than summer lemonade
voilets in full bloom,
now that my hands
have held you.
- your lips will always taste the sweetest.
rk May 2020
we came crashing down
before we even begun
yet i can still remember
satin nights underneath
that hot july moon
and how your smile tasted
between each sacred kiss,
leaving the taste
of honey and oranges
lingering on my lips.
rk May 2020
now there's an ocean
lying between us
the nights grow dark,
the waters cold.
these velvet tears
and this rabbit heart
can't help but wonder
if i meant anything to you,
or nothing at all.
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