i could write a thousand poems
that whisper nothing but your name
'til the ink runs dry and the paper bleeds with my voice-

"you're an endless poetry, line by line."

life is indeed a journey
and you made mine beautiful
the day you sang your "harana" song for me
it became ours
it was mine, it was yours
it was me, it was you
it was us
...
it was everything we could have been before these bittersweet tears plodded down my cheeks
i never anticipated this journey would ever come to an end
you're the hardest goodbye i've ever had to make
so please let me be your last goodbye because you'll always be a love poem i can't ever rewrite

-boonthemoonluv

captured by these traitorous shadows have i been,
haunting sounds have begun to sow
a fiend of mine must it be thought i
for this crimson stain is from one long i've known

captured by these traitorous shadows have i been,
for so weary these limbs have become
so brittle these bones have become
so lame this soul hath become
so lost this mind hath become

captured by these traitorous shadows have i been,
thy glistening eyes hath begun to glow
as these flowers have halted to grow
and the wind hath halted to blow

and ask i...

hath the blood dried where i fell?
ere mine is this to plow my tears
to be freed from you, mine fiend?

and alas, sensed was i...
for thy cold yet burning arms held me close
it was thou, the moon-
the one and only who doth gaze down below unfaltering to plunge in and drown with me in these puddles of tears
and hold mine hands
to keep the both of us aloft

-boonthemoonluv

Love that burns your tongue like a wildfire but soothes you all the same like a gentle rain.

2. Love that keeps you on your toes and holds you securely in their grasp.

3. Love that turns over for you like the tide and holds your trembling shoulder.

4. Love that finds the strength to wrap you in their warmth.

5. Love that paints your world with your favorite color.

6. Love that will pull you back like the moon when you start to drift away.

7. Love that charts every edge of you and your thoughts in the vow of their mouth.

-boonthemoonluv

no, i am not myself without bearing my fears
upon leaving my skin and bones bare
to blister in the open, poisonous air.

no, i am not myself without bearing my scars
with which i have been gradually burned with when people caressed my brittle bones and twisted spine

truly, i am without my flaws,
yet i admire their rawness and boldness; that i have started to wear these fears and scars
as if they are a **** warrior's armor.

truly, the love i have met is bitter;
and i find myself devoid of such desire

but can you love me despite loving all that i am and will never be?

in other words...

can you love me through the chaos that sometimes defines me?
can you wrap your warmth around my flawed edges and still love me?

all upon the knowledge that..

i will be wearing my armor;
my scars will be well dressed;
and if you attempt to burn me, I will show no fear.

-boonthemoonluv

i am without a wound such that it is one-sided
for have i a fiend on the day of my birth
oh, am i one of the cruelest kinds of mirth
oh, dare not the devil laugh

still, i manage such a clean cut
but when i saw myself in the mirror
i did not recognize her at all

blood vessels have burst on my sunken cheeks
dark circles have shrouded my bloodshot eyes
bones have clawed their way out from beneath my chest
i used to be coated in warm brown skin
but the girl in the mirror looks nothing like me
why is she scorched in tears and blood?

i blink away the tears
smudging the crimson on my arms and thighs
as the terrified reflection of my ghost starts shattering around my feet

when will i get myself back?
in one piece, not in broken fragments?
i'm aching as i pry this ghost's chest apart
screaming and retching as flashbacks suffocate her

has she not had enough scars on her body?
her fiend, why do you find mirth
in the last breath that she does not wish to draw?

-boonthemoonluv