I often think about you,
it's always in my dreams,
where I picture you ******* me
and pulling at my seems.

and I gaze at your mouth,
and pull my fingers through your short hair,
and tickle below your chin,
all the while dreaming about one day being your spouse.

we could fit together perfectly,
just as if two puzzle pieces,
or perhaps like Cinderella in her shoe,
or a bunch of closely packed cutlery.

you can be my husband,
an eternal commitment we should have,
the dying stars can witness our every move,
and we can share otherwise single baths.

a pair we shall be,
no need for complication,
together's all we need,
a love story too perfect to just imagine,
if only you were with me now.

Jealousy makes us human,
if we were without the pain in our heart,
and the flutter in our lungs,
none of us would truly be alive.

I don't want to go to bed,
because bed leads to helpless thoughts,
and thoughts lead to panic,
and this encourages hate,
and with the hate takes my personality,
and happy I no longer am,
because all of my flaws are more visible,
appearance leads to self hate,
self hate links up to you,
and if you saw me how I am truly,
this world and mask I have built,
will slowly,
tumble,
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Love is timeless,
it never exceeds,
nor does it decline,
it's just there,
it wraps you and holds you dear,
when everything else abandons,
but what if love leaves you?
And suddenly you're as if a ship wreck dragged onto a pebbled shore.

Like a fire in a forest,
the illness quickly spread,
from the bottom of his feet the the crown of his dear head.

The illness I speak of is deadly,
and can often not be cured,
and when he finally dies, in the ocean his ashes will be poured.

He lost this tragic battle,
but in memory he will forever last,
because he is every breeze,
every star,
every single blade of grass.

Do you ever look in the mirror and hope to see what you're not,
for all of your worries and frown lines to have been banished from your face,
the hurt from your sunken eyes to have gone whilst you slept,
the knots in your hair to have unraveled themselves,
for your knuckles to no longer ache,
and for you to have more strength,
for your shoulders to become less tense,
your body to be light,
to drift amoungst others,
who envy your ease in this world.

You told me you didn't like make up so I wore minimal,
you said you loved laid back clothing,
so my style was changed,
you told me that you preferred curled hair,
so I refused to straighten,
you said you wanted someone who was open and honest,
so that I became,
none of the changes seemed to matter,
because it wasn't really me that you wanted,
and in the process you were being pulled out,
and I was sinking deeper in.

not just ink and needle,
it's memories and pain,
hopes and dreams,
names and beauty.

art across a body,
canvas showing your story,
messages in korean,
no one has to know.

delicate birdcage on one thigh,
or a anchor next to an eye,
they can have meaning,
or none at all.

impulse descisions,
or contemplations,
all of them perfectly fine.

I want to kiss you in every mood,
and for you to kiss me back.

when I'm at my tether end,
your lips will help me defend,
against any battles I may have to face,
You will be in my desired place.

A whisper between two lips,
to give you the flutter when mouths interlock,
hands resting gently on one another's hips.

as I'll watch you all the while,
my eyes falling on your mouth,
and the corners which hold back smile.

I'm trying to forget all the memories that we had,
trying to disregard the times you made me bad,
all the occasions where you made me feel quite sad,
and every single time you made me feel a little glad.

I'm trying to forget,
because it seems you are less fond,
and we no longer have our automatic bond.

I yearn for the times when everything was good,
maybe I am wrong and everything,
misunderstood