he said
you are so gorgeous in the way
you write yourself on paper,
i've never met anyone
to paint with words.
he said
the birds sing your praises
in the early morning sun,
the dew still heavy on blades of grass.
he said
i have never seen such beauty
grace my irises of green,
never known the word perfect
until i told him my name.
he said
you
        are
                my
                        universe.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

why does everyone want to live within the
halo of their love?
why is their future lover going to be
a golden angel, light coming off of them
in tsunamis?
i do not want him to be my Savior,
i'd be just as content with an angel of darkness,
darling would you like
to be my angel of darkness?
with those jagged edges i know
i know
you are ripped and torn in all the wrong places,
have been told so many times
you are an outcast.
but in my universe,
you are my anti-Savior,
my plot twist in "forever and always."
i want to bask in your darkness,
drink the ebony night from goblets of
the coal we walk on.
i want to swallow bits of midnight
that come alive within ourselves and
escape through the raven clouds to tell
our love story.
be my angel of darkness.

yes, i'm falling for him but
you're still tugging at my mind,
reminding me to
cry a little harder for you.
i'm left wondering who
your blue eyes are piercing now,
who are you saying "i love you" to,
promising forever?
i'm sure she'll trust you,
sure she'll start writing poetry about your eyes
cause god have you ever seen something so blue?
i wonder if you'll break her

like you did me.