i am letting you break my heart,
and i hope you are having fun
pulling on the strings,
testing to see when
they will thin
and twist
and snap.
i gave you the power to
create a new world
within me or
burn my familiar
one down
with one swift,
effortless movement.
you are ruthlessly
destructive; clawing
at the blue eyes
that envelop themselves
into your warm embrace
whenever you lay
beside me, your
narrow, long fingers
brushing themselves slowly
up my thigh
until you reach my waist.
you are scratching
at the soft ears
who ever so softly
heard no other element
but that of your beating heart
when they were pressed
so smoothly upon
your chest.
you are consciously
fumbling with the seams
of these bare, desolate
lips, the same ones
that nervously yearn
for even just a glimpse
of yours when
her bones shake,
her nature aches,
her silly grin fades
off of the same lips
that you are
threatening to
destroy; for each
time you lay your finger
against the trigger,
i am tempted to
pull it myself.

we often mistake spaces for emptiness
when we are powerless
when we are boundless

we often don't realise
these spaces aren't empty
and we can be anything
we have a finite life
with infinite choices

so that's why these spaces are blank;
the vacancy awaits to be occupied