he punctured my heart with wires that ran through the veins in my skin and connected back to his.

he placed a finger to my lips and ran his thumb over the harsh flesh I had bitten down and drawn blood from.

his eyes remained sharp but still soft with bags that were evident of sleepless nights, still filled with potential and shocks of blue.

it was hard to keep my gaze locked on his, so my eyes averted to the floor.

shocked at this notion, he lifted my chin with his finger and held my face sturdy in his warm hands.

he filled me with purpose and life while flames of lust and love danced within the irises of our own eyes.

our hearts soon began to race beneath the surface of our skin, ready to escape from the confined space of our rib cages.

the wires made us one, just two animals feeding off each other's desires and touch.

I knew nothing would ever be as good as him.

nobodies love would ever equal his.

when I first saw you, the wind howled your name like a chilling whisper that sent shivers and galaxies of goosebumps up my spine and down my back

the waves transitioned their melody and began to play a calmer tune, harmonizing with the gentle easy inhales and exhales your lungs produced

my heart whispered you were the one, while a rush of nerves flowed through my blood; a swarm of butterflies took flight in my belly as our eyes met and we became locked in a state that couldn't be undone

you neglected your own body and took it upon yourself to unzip your skin and unmask all your sins before invading me

my body didn't reject you because you filled my belly with these butterflies and took all my pain so you'd feel it instead of me because you said i didn't deserve a life that's not free

I took a journey through you before I discovered and loved the colorful arrays of every area of your perfect mind

each of your thoughts convinced me that I was not alone and that there was beauty in sad people, heart stopping imperfect flaws that I was glad to find

he left when my sister was only about two, by that time she couldn't even tie her shoes, let alone even understand or process what my mom and dad had gotten into

he punched a hole in the wall of our old bathroom, back in the apartment we used to call home, where the apparition of a man lived that I never truly knew

it was late and I don't even remember him leaving, yet I've grown up with the blame and I have carried the shame of feeling like it was something I did, that I didn't deserve him

he ripped away what I called home and with his violent hands, set fire to everything I loved. His lips spit toxic words that ripped apart everyone of my limbs

i hated him because it wasn't hard not to. He never came around and he never tried to call. He punctured a hole in my heart, one that could never be filled and I've accepted the fact that he will never know me or my favorite color or why I despise him

come here and whisper all your fears. confide to me every secret, show me all your scars, and allow me to kiss each one gently while I take my time on your warm skin

let me trace the veins along your heavy eyelids as they begin to slowly close, in hopes to transform vibrant colors into peaceful dreams

as I lay beneath these sheets my body feels so cold without you by my side and darling i would swim across this sea if it wasn't constantly pushing and pulling me

she was a wild child, the kind that danced and chanted in the rain and played with the sunshine as it peeked through the branches of leafy green trees

she always was enchanted by the immensity of the sky as well as how many stars filled the black canvas at night

she never stopped exploring the woods that she had come to memorize so well. she grazed her hands along smooth pine and wood, her energy giving life to everything she could

she traveled all over the world, never truly finding a place free enough to call home. she was not looking for a destination but instead a pair of two warm arms and a beating heart

he put new stars in the sky and redecorated with new colors, made himself at home along the giant nebulas and the infinite constellations.

he dialed his voice to a whisper and told me sweet stories of how the sun loves the moon, while broad spectrum daydreams intertwined both our minds
we wished on shooting stars and shared cosmic kisses, and there was no need for gravity..I fell for him the second his lips spoke my name