This is how I’ll end;
not with a bang or a bonfire,
I’ve saved an apple for the pale rider’s horse,
and will smile when he bends down from the saddle
to carry me away.

I breathe you in
I know you do me harm
You are thunder in my lungs
Heart
Brain
The taste of what is wrong floods the mouth
Delightful poison
And after
I smell you on my hands
Clothes
Hair
Skin
And I need you again
You are my breath now
The smoke that fills the empty cavern

I made you a mix-tape and called it leaves,
because your hair reminds me of autumn when they fall from the trees

I made you a mix-tape and called it snow,
because your pupils remind me of ice and where it grows

I made you a mix-tape and called it warm
because your smile reminds me of the sun and it’s yours to adorn

I made you a mix-tape and called it new
Because you remind me of the flowers that bloom.

earlier in the night you said to me, "it's as if our bodies fit together perfectly... i can't understand it"

now
as i melt perfectly into your embrace
my body pressed and formed perfectly into yours
you say
sounding as if you feel refreshed or relieved or maybe just utterly content
"ah, a perfect mold"
and then chuckle quietly

you close your eyes as a look of the most complete and pure happiness
covers your soft and loving face and contains your entire body
and my entire body
and the lovely combination of both of our bodies
fitting together so perfectly

i hate sounding cliché
but i don't know how else to go about saying you complete me

you complete me, darling
you complete me

You called me , I listened. You told me to follow , so I did. You took me to a rainbow , where my emotions ran wild , you went up and I followed(worst decision of my life). Once on top you slid down and left me on top , then clouds emerged out of what was once a blue sky but now was complete darkness. The rainbow vanished and I fell , cruel without competition.

when i met you all i wanted was to build forests for you,
because thats what you deserve, but now all i want is to lie in the cold, torturing myself on a pile of crunchy leaves,
because you have made me weak
i guess its a shame im just a roach in your garden of self pity
i often dream of being capsized and spat out like debris along the shore by an ocean of my own tears
its the little wars that **** us, its the passive tustles that throw me overboard,
you are water, you slip through fingers but hold up a ship,
shame this ship has 14 bullet marks in the keel

L.P

I ask you to keep talking so I can sleep peaceful
It doesn't mean I find you boring
Far from it
Each and every intricacy of your mind intrigues me
I want to fall asleep in the arms of your voice
For it soothes me
And all the troubles of world melts away
Falling alseep like a baby just fed
As Your harmonious melody
Gently rocks my bed