Can we start all over again?

Let me introduce myself.

We can laugh and talk,
We can fall into desperate curiosity of one another
Again
Relearn what we already know
And give each other
a second chance.

You are made of

the sea and the stars,

And I'm leaking stardust from
the forgotten bruises the moonbeams tattooed.

Whisper to me
your deepest passions,
Scatter away your envies.

Please hold me close because no one has ever even bothered to dust me off before.

Look into my eyes like you're about to discover every word left unsaid and every feeling i have tried to deny.

Trace your way on my skin
Make yourself at home in my heart.

In the end
All things really are
Intimetaly connected to all others.

All rivers run full to the sea,
Lovers are brought back together,
The perfectly blue days kisses the envading darkness of the night,
Stars collide and thoughts entwine.  

We will find a way.

I want to flee all clarity and i want you to come with me

We are getting forgotten by the fog consuming us little by little

Our perception becoming indistinct
You're just looking like a long lost shadow

And I only need to feel the grip of your hand

Your gorgeous chaos will endanger my beautiful ordinary life.
You will crave to recover the shattered pieces of me.
You are incomprehensible, uncapturable
A tornado roaring
Let's run away together in the dark and i promise to never see myself without you again.

How possibly louder can silence get?

My head is spinning
My gaze is fading

But how can you resist the simple thought of forever fleeting evasion when your heart is beating so fast and your blood flowing so silently?

Fugitive passion.
Ephemeral specks of heaven slipping through the shackles of time.

She looked into his heart and saw her reflection

She traveled unaccesible corners of his mind and the bumpy ride made her question depth

She explored the wrinkles of his shivery hands to make her way down to the bruises in the most hidden places of his body.

A temple was offered to her
A whole new forever unsteady universe.

She is the heroine of all tragedies

The fugacious lady in red in every novel

The vague 'her' in every volume of poetry.

I know it's late and my ink is bleeding
Words are running out but my thoughts are consuming me
Haunting me
It kills me that you linger so close
Although we are
Seperated by too much time to ever find ourselves again.

Maybe I was the one who held you safely in the dark
Maybe I was this echo you heard at night

Maybe I was the one all along
Leave me alone