We clash like fire and ice,
one burns hot,
the other cold,
and in the face of our fury,
a beautiful nightmare
is born.

You melt me slowly,
I cool you quickly.
We come together
to view the destruction
our love has wrought,
a rescue team that wades
through the broken
furniture and picks up the
pieces.

We put them back together
with glue,
hands nicked
and hearts sore.
But in the end, when all is said
and done,
we find each other
again.

My bones dissolve
and I become
hunchbacked and limp,
mind freed and soul
soaring among the clouds
as my body remains
rooted
to the ground,
feet bound
in earthly shackles
that I long
to
break.

The fine bones of your
petite hands, skin stretching taut over the
blue rivers
of your veins
that roll and roil
across the valley of your
knuckles.

The world is held in your soft palms,
and you don't even realize you could
destroy
my universe
with a simple squeeze
of a cruel fist.

my feelings for you
are like a young child
with cruel fingers
poking at a bruise.

the sweet ache settles
bone-deep
and sparks with every
secret touch.

I am burning up
like a dying star
from the inside
out,
going supernova
as I am hopelessly
devoured
by the raging
fire
that lays in your
heart.

Your kisses
are smoke
that fill my
blackened lungs
and choke
the air
from my throat.

Your touch sears
flesh from bone,
flaying
me open
and branding
an indelible mark
on my
soul.

Consume
everything
that I am,
W I L D F I R E.

a black mass
grows at the base of my spine,
venom dancing along the vertebrates,
spreading to my brain,
rotting the pink ***** into a pile of mush
held together
by the glued fusion
of my skull.

swallow my hate like a thick, vile tonic
that slides down the throat,
slowly killing you from the inside out.
love is much too tender a
thing for my hollow
walnut shell heart.
and i, i am not tender enough for it.
i am made for far ruder,
rougher things.

i can never be a saint
for saints never burn as i do.
in the depths of my despair,
strike the anvil of my blood
and hear me scream.

i sip galaxies from the divot of your collarbone
and paint nebulas across your skin with my tongue,
filling my ravenous
blackhole
Heart
with starlight.

Words are left unsaid
Stuck on the back of my tongue
Like thick, black molasses

The surety of my footing
drops out from beneath me,
leaving me in free fall as I
sink
into the ground.

Since I was a young child,
filled with nighttime fears
of monsters under beds
and creatures hiding in closets,
I avoid
looking
  in
   mirrors
    because
     one
      time
       my
        reflection
         looked
          back.

sometimes what I feel for you
tattoos
a rhythm in my
b o n e s.
sometimes it breaks my heart
into
thousands of tiny
*******
p i e c e s.

blood for blood,
and bone for bone,
the shrapnel of their hearts
scattered on the wind
as useless wars are waged.

young boys parading as men
fall like flies,
laying down their lives
for something,
they don't know.

i didn't know i could love you so much
my heart is filled to the brim
and every breath is a grab for air.

i didn't know the mere thought of your passing
would ******* me so,
wrenching open my deepest parts
and laying them bare.

i didn't know i could love you so
until the pain of a loss,
yet to come,
burrows deep and won't let go.

in the quiet of morning,
i glance to my side and see my faithful companion,
my soon to be bride.

her hair scatters across the pillow,
beams of gold spun sunlight,
face lax, lips opened wide
as she flitters away
from the cold grey in her mind.

i smile a secret smile,
brush away tiny frowns all the while
she slumbers unaware.

my heart bursts from my chest,
lips brush against her eyes closed to rest.
small murmurs escape her mouth,
protestations mumbled through her pouts.

and still, her mind gives up.
her eyes flutter open,
i succumb
to her baby blues that i belove.

curling close and holding her tight,
for nothing in the world feels quite so right
as she does nestled in my arms
on cold grey morns.

you've broken down my bunker walls,
ripping them apart with all the force of a nuclear blast.
clawed your way under my skin
and into my blood.

i think you have broken me
into sharp little pinpricks
that i fear can't be mended,
no amount of tape or glue will do.

i am left bare and yearning.

carry me down beneath
and drown all your sorrows
in me

when you guide me by the hand,
oh,
please be as gentle as the rolling sand