place your stones inside of my eyes.
so that i can feel.
green from the ferns that grow outside of my window
yellow from the sun that never shows her face
bark from the trees, and blue from the sea.

dear apollo,

i cannot keep you. there is no one else. you were born from fire and ash. your bones pulled from the cool earth and set aflame. the tides formed your irises.
the sun spills in through the window. the glow of morning falls upon your face. i trace the freckles on your shoulder. your eyes flutter to welcome a new day. you say goodbye with a smile and i know this is the last time.

here it comes again.
the old familiar
the darkest night.

all those girls with the long red hair don't mean a thing.
i see behind their painted faces.
he may fall but i won't.

my earthly goddess. hold me even when i cannot reach you.
remember who you really are. who you were to me. the longest day in december. midnight eyes and worlds colliding. exploding into stars that i captured and kept for years.
i'm still holding on.

i have searched through ashes
of lovers long burned
i have reopened boxes
that time forgot.

the day you stood by the road
with stones in your hands
december, maybe
tucked between two mountains
branches bare and snow falling
your eyes as blue as the sea.

i felt so much then. so much that it all feels empty now.
the cavern inside me covered up by darkness,
the
long
black
night.
loving you was my only trophy. the real blazing, burning hot as the sun kind of love. wasting away in bed all day just to touch you.

i can't reach you now.

the dark swallows me up
rips away pieces until i am nothing.

love death as if he were the most beautiful creature
stone shaped eyes stained blue and lips like sand.
his starlit body washing up on the shore.

love him as if he will never return.