You gave me these words in a dream I had. My skin and bones met with lime and cement and it seems that I could only bleed inside the places that I used to feel were home. I'll miss the view from this park bench with you, I can feel it in my throat. Take on the breezes that you're carrying and capture all the time you've shared with me, like my photographs in silver baths I took of you climbing trees in the heart of your hometown. I'll be swimming in the sound remains parading through my brain, you're the heart inside my memories and you live within my veins. And search the stars on which I wish for a new set of lips that aren't embedded with the taste of you from times we would kiss. "Keep your chin up" they say. And so I do.. each day, while I long for looking down to see my hands around your waist again. The clouds just move to fast to make out their shapes anymore and my eyes are sore from looking through blank pages I could disappear into until I fall asleep. I'll keep up with my promises, I said you'd never be alone and if I'd die before I wake up, all of me is yours to make your home.
Just stay right here and I'll help you find your way.
It's been three years since our birth filled with laughter, smiles, pain, and hurt. I spent the past year with you falling for the birds, and if all of this ends with my broken heart, I'll know that it was worth it. It would take all I have within to never see your face again. The only way I'll see the world is looking in your eyes, and I'll only watch the crescent moons when thinking of your smile. I'll never sail the currents that don't take me off my feet, and I'll never be the mountain coast until you are the sea. If fate brings you back my way through wrong turns on sunny days, I hope you'll hear this song and play it on repeat. Know I'll always love the letters put together that you've sent me, and I'll only love this poetry whenever you are my pen ink. You gave me these words in a dream I once had, it seems my skin and bones have met with the place they are meant to be, with you.
Find what you love and let it **** you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it **** you and let it devour your remains. For all things will **** you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.