fox breath

fox breath Aug 2013

you are the sun to my moon,
   el sol to la lune,
   lovers trapped by misfortune.
for it is nearly impossible
   for us to share the sky
   but for those occasional times
   where we are together for a few hours,
   but it is never enough.
we are  p u l l e d  a p a r t  again,
though this distance has yet to affect our love.

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you are the sun,
   bringing light to my world
   and keeping me warm,
   the sole reason I am still alive.
when I look at your eyes,
   they shine just as bright as any sun
   to the point where if I stare long enough,
   I could go blind
   and a ghostly image of you would be forever burnt into my retinas.
   though, even ghosts would be better than a world without you.

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I am the moon,
   mostly choosing to hide,
   rarely showing all of myself
   always with a hidden dark side.
I depend on you
   for without your light I could not shine,
   meaning that to lose you
   would be to die.
The only thing depending on me are the tides,
   my power lying in the waves,
   the push and the pull,
   the tug and the passion of the sea.
Every gentle wave and every rough one are caused by me,
sometimes I bring certain joy but sometimes I bring certain death.

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Where you could not do a single thing wrong,
I am a raging mess,
but I need you to survive
and people never speak
about the sun with no moon,
and the thrill I get in seeing you
on those unusual occasions
makes the distance
worthwhile.

fox breath Aug 2013

a theory:

love
is like a falling object,
accelerating towards the Earth's surface
at 9.8 meters per second per second.

for every second you fall
you accelerate faster and faster.

for every second you are in love,
you fall for your partner faster and faster.

at the start
you fall in love with who they are
as a person,
the way they look,
the way they act.

as time passes
and your feelings grow deeper,
you fall in love
with every little thing they do,
every little quirk of theirs,
every inch of their body,
every inch of their mind,
every minute detail.

with each coming day
you fall faster
and you fall more,
but what do you do
when you reach terminal velocity?

fox breath Aug 2013

infatuation

I want you to trust me enough
to tell me even your deepest secrets,
the ones buried so deep
they live in the marrow of your bones.

I want you to map out the story of yourself,
the one running through your veins
so I can trace it back
to your heart.

I want to be enough to make you feel
even when your nerve endings have died
and your brain has gone numb.
I will wake you from your coma.

I want to interlace our fingers
never to let go,
while I hold every ounce of your hope
in my sweaty palms.

I want to tell you who I am,
the story written in my scars,
shattered hopes, tainted memories,
and rare smiles.

I want you to open your ears
and let it all pour in
but if it is too much,
I will not let you drown.

I want our indivdiual stories,
our tapestries full of different things,
to allow themselves to grow
and wrap themselves up in one another.

And I want us to do the same,
as our stories interlock
we will follow suit
because I am infatuated with you.

— The End —