"If I were a storm,
you would be the sea;
you fuel both the chaos
and the serenity
in me."

"This is the terrible risk when you come  to know love
and then find yourself having lost it.
There's now a void that refuses to be filled."

"I am back in the house where I grew up in,
but every piece of me is homesick for You."

"Wherever you are
is where I call my home."

"Far away,
but never truly apart."

"Where do unwritten words go?
And why does my chest hurt when you leave?"

Some scars appear
as immaculate smiles
painted below weary
eyes that know
nothing but to
quietly turn away.

Some scars,
permeating,
turn
the air
in one's
lungs
to sulfur,
spreading
counterfeit
blood
through
the veins
like an
acrid,
festering
poison.
Some scars,
corroding,
leave a heart
surrounded
in rot,
and
a mind
courting
the
seductive
caress
of
endless
oblivion.

Turn back now,
toward that mirror.
Stay foul, rotten
and helplessly hurting.
Some scars heal
in complete surrender.

And I know
how the past
can be
a difficult thing
to forget.
Bruised knees
and
bleeding elbows
were far easier problems
to fix than matters
of
the heart.

But don’t forget
in each somber
embrace of defeat
is your soul
lying in wait,
resting to rise,
your judgment solely
superior yet finite.
Take it slow.
Pain fades overtime.
Scars simply remind.

........
And I wish you had none of it,
but let the marks on your skin
be a testament to
the wild call of adventure in your heart.
Let the heaviness in your chest
tell you that there have been
instances in your life
where you have chosen to be brave;
that sometimes
—when you let the love in—
the hurt also enters,
completely uninvited,
and sometimes it's
the one that stays.
Sometimes we
take the leap,
and sometimes
we don't walk away
from it unscathed,
but that doesn't mean
you are not all the good
that is found in you
—that doesn't mean
you weren't enough;
You are the sum total
of all the things you love
and care about,
and no amount of hurt will ever take that away from you.


You are a constellation of scars born from mysteries and imperfect Ever Afters,
and one incredibly unforgettable journey.

Word-weaver,
Soul-keeper.
Heart-seeker,
World-eater.
You steal away
the sorrow
buried
deeply
in my chest,
and it
no
longer
hurts;
the act
of breathing,
the act
of being.
You tug at
my heartstrings
and I wonder:

“Can you hear the symphonies you’ve composed?”

"There are times when I am but a nameless grave,
full of flowers that were meant for someone who wasn't me."

"Let me be your living poetry.
Rewrite me in all the ways with your love."

I hand you my past
and you give me tomorrow.
We’ll repaint the grey,
do away with the sorrow,

With every ounce of our afterglow.

~

I used to associate the act of unfiltering to the removal of cigarette filters; instead of smoke, I inhaled fire, and instead of nicotine, I tasted dark chocolate. Sharing my truths with you is exactly like that. Set fire to the trees, and once the breeze has cleared away the smoke, sit next to me, lean against me, and let’s gaze at the ocean.

Even in
the cold,
even in
the dark,
Your presence
is a source
of warmth.
Even when
I stray
into
my
night,
You
beckon,
c
e
a
s
e
l
e
s
s
l
y
,
ever bright.

You stopped reminding me to make a wish while time stood still,
both expectantly and indifferently,
for the secret slumbering restlessly within my lungs.

Like four candles waiting to be put out,
or four matchsticks yearning to be lit,
for the longest time, ever-questioning;
“What is it that your heart longs for?”

You stopped reminding me to make my wishes
ever since our moments turned into days,
and it was then that I realized
what I’ve always wanted to say.

I’ve found something worth wishing for.

~

Meet me at the train station.
Meet me by the sea.
Hold my hand.
Come away with me.

Let’s get lost.
Let’s be together.
Let’s be lost in each other forever.

Watch some movies.
No more pretending.
I’ll be yours even after the ending.

Hug me tightly.
I won’t let you go.
We will love.
We will love.

I know, I know~

Raven
and Crow,
vows
exchanged
unconditionally.
Luna
and Solus,
celestial
keepers of
their desiderata;
souls
intertwined
for
all
of
time
in the ever-yonder
of Nyx Nightmother's
gentle embrace.

"My chest is a garden of words;
full of seeds that you planted."

"Like ripples that turn into waves, people affect other people. And though not all experiences may come as easy or as light as we wanted them to be, the capacity for us to see what truly matters still exists."

"You are always so honest with me
no matter how difficult  the truth could be,
and from this I felt that maybe you do,
that, in a way, you really did love me too."

I love you
to the Moon
and back,
and all my stars
are realigning.

"There’s something about you and this thrill of having no idea where we are or where we’re going. It’s alright, you didn’t have to say it. It’s alright, I could tell."

"Unplanned adventures can sometimes be the best kind of adventures."

"Your love isn't an apology.
And neither are you."

"I have no idea where I'm going or if I want to be where I am right now. I am restless; you know this; I have wanderlust in my lungs and poetry in my veins."

"The months, they turn to days,
the days, they turn to hours
the hours, they turn to minutes
the minutes, they turn to moments,
and in these moments
I am wistful;
I am missing you."

"So many clouds above, I wonder why no one else seems to see them."

"In a way I am the aftermath,
I
am
all
that remains."