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I cannot keep track of my love
I know not how much or how far
She can stretch for you
Or how many barrels she fills
Liquid and shifting and measurable,
I do know that she runs wild
Abundant and free
She sprints with the wind
And laughs, elated
We spin together under sunrises
And relish in the new dawn
Sunlight kisses reminding us
So much of your touch
I cannot keep track of my love
I know only that she grows
Each dawn, she grows.
I have become so afraid of my sadness,
this glistening horror that slinks between my arteries
and devours the oxygen in my lungs
and oh, for all her meals, she is never sated, never full
sometimes, in the dark where even moonlight
cannot trespass the black-out curtains of my heart
i feed her scraps of whats left of me
just enough for her to survive, and sometimes
in the winking moments before dawn, enough to thrive;
because for all her wretchedness, she is still here
exploring the hollow within me
she hasn't left yet.
believe me darling
I do want
to love you
but
i
just
can't.
I don't know how it happened
It was a rapid, painful experience
to know that less than a week ago
we were declaring 'I love you's'
after 9 months of bliss
and now, it's all gone
You have replaced me
and I won't lie, she seems lovely
But you won't find another me
Whilst I, well...
Hopefully I will find a better you.
You are a blur to me
I cannot remember how many times we have kissed or how often you say my name but I remember the feel of those lips and the way you sound when they are speaking words only for me. I dont know how long I have spent in your arms but I know that hours are not long enough and I know that when you laugh at something I say my heart skips at least three beats. I know that your every movement is vivid and fluorescent to me. I dont know how many times you breathe in a minute but I know that your heart sounds like steady drum and it quickens when I tell you I love you.  And I do mon amour, I do.
For my darling boy
you're a terrifying nightmare, you're a beautiful calm dream
you're the reason that i smile & the reason that i scream.
you're bitter black insomnia & my 6am alarm.
you're my gorgeous lullaby & my greatest cause of harm
you're the cold biting winter, you're a blaring summer day
i miss you and i hate you
you're my favourite kind of pain
I could get lost in the curve of your neck
in every freckle and every line
all sensation eclipsed by the traces
of soft fingers exploring my spine,
let me dream of your voice under moonlight
and all the secrets it tries to confine
you leave starlight falling behind you
my words unable to capture the shine,
you are cigarettes and soft music and screenplays
the blooming flower on the vine
I'm enthralled by your smile and its comfort
and a slow heartbeat mimicking mine
but namely your eyes and their ocean,
i would willing drown every time
It was not a quiet agony
I did not sit in silent tears
and let them wash away sorrow
dulling and quenching hurt;
It was burning castles,
crumbling ruins and flaming ghosts
screeching and wailing
reapers rioting amongst hellfire
Cerberus howling and snarling
ripping at the remains of my bruised body
My pain was damnation
It was the Earth ravaged by fire
and the sea, black with oil
I will not be sated

Anguish is a wildfire
and mine will engulf the world
Do I dare,
Dare I not,
Forsake the heart
You have forgot?
Lest the winds
Wildly blow
And shower me
With a frozen glow
Of hearts ablaze
In winter's frost
And a shadowed haze
Of lovers, lost.
Dare I love you
Once again
Or let the cold
Come creeping in?
And your love, as cold as ice
Freezes me under my skin
Winter is not far away
Let the chill of hearts begin.
From birth, you were a blank slate
the Big Bang of yourself
blossoming gloriously
with the first look at your mother's face
and every star, a thought,
every system, a laugh
every galaxy, a memory
you have billions of small worlds
in your head
you create;
destroy
you are a god;
you are God.
of your universe
of yourself.
You are a coward
The kind that flees
Before the danger
Can rear its ugly head
I lie here on my deathbed
And realise of all the promises
That you have made
And broke
There is one that stands
you won't be able to forget me
And no, i have not
But you are ingrained
In memories full of ash
And tar, from trying to burn you
Out of my brain
You, and your cowardice
And your fondness
Of the cold
That, too, I remember
For it was a bitter winter
When you held me last.

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