sometimes
the moon comes by
and tells me
about you.
how she created your eyes
from the sea itself
and your bones
from the dust
of forgotten stars
kissed by saturn,
before sending you
soaring over my horizon.
i gaze at her in wonder,
knowing i will never find
the words to say
t h a n k  y o u
for sharing you
with me.

you may not be mine
but i still remember
that the only way
you can drift off to sleep
is to the gentle murmur
of clementine
pulling you under
with her whispered promises,
and how your fingers
would always find themselves
pushing the hair from my face
as you placed your headphones
to my ears in the dark.
these are the moments
where i come back to you,
stained by your love
like red wine on fresh sheets.

my pull towards you
was instant
and all-encompassing,
as if i'd been
living in darkness
and you were the first
splashes of colour
i'd ever seen.
i wondered how someone
could be so beautiful,
how i could be so lucky
to wake up and see
the ocean
dancing in your eyes.
in those moments i knew
my heart would never
burn for anyone,
the way it ached for you.

stolen amber nights
wrapped in your arms
underneath
the midsummer moon,
our greedy hands
looking for more.
worshipping each other
like sinners
searching for a god
we don't believe in,
now your sweet moans
will always be
my greatest hallelujah.

you told me
actions speak
louder than words,
now i hear more
in your silence
than you were ever
able to tell me aloud.

the hardest part
of this whole mess
was realizing
that you had let us
get so far,
all the while knowing
that we couldn't continue
without you
breaking us apart.