The light seeps through the curtains
As if they're hoping to be torn off of the blinds
As if they're hoping I focus on the cracks of light shining on my body
Rather than on the darkness that surrounds it instead

It is not I who decides my emancipation
The darkness is a demon that consumes me just when things seem to look up
I spend most of my days with my head dropped down
From the weak thread that once held it high
It doesn't matter how many times I try to fix the seams to look up
Maneuvering needles in a pitch black room is a sure way to bleed in the process

And I am not a fan of the color red-emption
Makes me squeamish

In a way I'm a *******
I like pain just enough to not mind my continual downfall
Now it's hard to see in complete darkness
So falling is the only thing I do well
And I learned at an early age that you don't fall and get back up
You get up just to fall back down

See you leave this earth the same way you came in
Fragile with the inability to stand on your own two feet
Fragile like you were crafted from the most delicate of fabrics
Fragile like the weakest soul in the room

What I actually mean when I tell you that you're my world is that the earth was created just for your existence. I swear your name is etched in the hieroglyphics of the ancient pyramids, the Egyptians wiped their sweat from their brows to please you, and the Babylonians created their hanging gardens for your eyes to see. The effort of thousands of men to build the great statue of Zeus isn't in vain as long as you step foot on this ground where every atom and molecule knows that you are the purpose for their existence; and if earth was created for you then I hope it's sun was created for me, because then I'd know that I am the cause of your warmth, light, and energy. If you are the cause of the earth's existence, I pray that I'm the cause of yours.

I used to hate the color orange,
But when we pop mandarins into our mouths between Creamsicle-sweet kisses I feel as if I’m being transported to a different dimension where we’re the only two in existence.
You’re the sunlight that hits the earth at 6pm, making everything seem as if it’s warm and glowing.
Every time I see a candle flame flicker I can’t help but think of you who exudes the same ambiance of alleviation that the walls of my childhood home once did.
If sunrise and sunset were to be combined, they still wouldn't compare to the magnetizing brilliance of your aura.
You emulate autumnal earth tones and crackling wood in brick fireplaces, echoing your heartbeat and bringing about a sense of raw intimacy shared between two.
I trace my fingertips down your spine, reflecting upon the likeness between you and the sun,
And I wonder why no one ever named a color after you.

My ears dance a minuet to the birds chirping inside of your ribcage
I get jealous knowing the sound waves get to explore your wilderness
They travel through your veins like a stream at the bed of my tongue
Like time at the end of my watchful eyes

My ears dance a minute to the birds chirping inside of your ribcage
But it feels as if you possess the power to stop father time himself from operating with nothing more than a gaze into your eye

wrist

Watches malfunction when too close to the black holes in your pupils
The vortex in your iris pulls me past your event horizon as you swallow my love

(w)hole

Describes the void you fill inside my heart for what seems like an eternity

"I see you bleeding.
Skin merely masks your blood flow."
Said smile to the face.