leaves in the wind, two roots underground touch and slowly intertwine,
circling clouds, dance and into rain they combine,
two butterflies flutter round and round each other, away to warmer lands,
birds of a feather, singing love songs from golden sands,
foxes curled up in a den, paw pads warm in each other's tummies,
cats with interwoven tails, pitter pattering on the rocks by the sea,
two lightning bugs crash into each other, holding on another as they fall,
but i think i love this lifetime of finding you again, intertwining hands, most of all.

You keep coming back, tunneling your way into my mind. Nothing reminds me of you. Everything reminds me of you. My memories are all red now.  You were the sunset, bright, chaotic, ever changing and blinding. I never belonged there, I never belonged there.  The night smells like sea salt and everything tinted blue feels like home. He feels like home but he doesn't care. He feels like home but I'm too scared. He told me about a flickering in my eyes, something terrifying to those who don't understand. He feels like a far away flame, he flickers too.  The clouds will cover my eyes, soon, and I will slowly descend into another darkness.

She always hushed me to sleep
when charcoal skies grew flame
I never saw what happened to her,
She never knew what I became

Trapped in darkness, the moon
burning herself by day, the sea
but by the cool light of twilight,
we were as peaceful as can be.

There were days she could see me,
and days she felt alone, nowhere to run
soon the sea grew weary of the game
soon she introduced herself to the sun

They fell in love, the sun and sea.
And by the warm light of morning,
they were as peaceful as can be.
No regard at all for me.

In the end, she preferred the warmth
of the sun,
rather than the quiet pull
of the moon.

I hear ways to self destruct from the walls.
Shadows hush me to sleep at night.
I've heard it before, don't befriend monsters,
But they couldn't be more right.

I've dreamt of them, their sharpened claws
And it jolts me awake, their blackened eyes
Lately I've been noticing, for a while now,
Mine are growing darker, as are my lies.

I couldn't look more beautiful,
I couldn't be more of a threat,
It's roulette with me, your treatment,
Either way you don't forget.

it is the air between your feathers,
the trust between the two,
it is the blood in your little veins,
to the heart meant not for you.
it is the rain that chases you out,
the kind that falls lightly
it is the warmth of morning sun,
the one that hugs tightly
it is the tumbling and mixing tide,
the rush and then the calm
it is the hand you only trusted,
but crushed you in its palm...

what’s it to be in love, little bird?
is it your ribs splintering that I heard?