shouldn't we be more than we are now
in another plane of existence I know we must be
two lovers wrapped in crisp sheets under the rise of dawn's glow
I can almost feel the pads of my fingertips brushing your caramel chest
...almost
you're awaiting my arrival as I succumb to sleep
proudly tasting your lips in the astral realm
intertwined in the abyssal cosmos
our toes grazing the Milky Way
and for a moment I know just what your sweet flesh feels like against mine
it's all real until reality presents itself
snapping my eyes open to the grey
alone and cold
anticipating our next date in the evanescent macrocosm

I stand here watching
Waiting for you to move
To stand and smile
Your cold corpse stretching.
Tears fall upon your lips
Skin the colour of polecian
Your beauty unmarked and still
Like the marble on which you lay
Paler in death than life
Pearled droplets in midnight blue hair
Lips a faded red
Eyes closed
A masterpiece to Death
And I your killer
Weeps.

No one loves me
I'm not worth a single drop of blood

It would be wasted
If you spilt it for me

And dry your tears
For I'm the only one that has to cry

This time,
So there's no use shedding them for me

Sometimes, I wish I knew
How to disappear completely

So no one would remember my voice
Have no memories with me

I feel like life
Would merrily move along

If I were just simply
Gone
                     Gone

    Gone.

to my darling who feels she's not:
our separation is mere illusion.
truly, your pain strikes me as i write this;
your sensations of abandonment,
and the decisiveness they have caused,
bleed from my skin into the fibers of my clothes.
i am no longer clean.
i do not feel pure.

to my severed arm and shortened tendons:
destruction is merely another side of life.
out of disappearance comes all things-
without space, there would be nothing to contain us,
nothing to allow and enfold our beings' spirits,
and they would sputter and cease like my love's flame.
i am no longer yours.
i do not feel full.

to the farthest star that my eyes can see:
your light reaches me- i glimpse you!
in the perceived emptiness between us
there is no distance to be found;
around us exists the infinite potential for
further connection and deeper growth in closeness.
i am no longer alone.
i do not feel sorrow.

And I had to walk away
I was just hoping at least he noticed I didn't run

To kiss someone and to feel the warmth spread through me, racing through every nerve ending; to hold their hand and grow with them - as individuals and as a combined unit; to rest in someone’s embrace—content and home; to find someone I can be comfortable with every aspect of myself; to love, and to be loved--

Do not fall in love with people like me.  I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

By Caitlin Siehl,

Read more at http://quotesberry.com/post/111562356007/when-i-leave-you-will-finally-understand-why-storms#Ek7vYV2HDA5XT­Z4M.99

my heart... it's missing.
I think it's been stolen.
have you seen it?

wait.

is that it?
in your hands?
how long...
h..ave you carried it?

dont worry you can keep it
...
for now at least
but please please.
please.....
take care of it
where ever you carry it.