This is ok I guess

but I want something more.

You always compared your head to an unsafe neighborhood, somewhere you shouldn’t go alone, but I want to reach inside and take out whatever I can find because I have seen the light in you and if you let me I will show you where to find it whenever you forget.

Even your name tastes like sugar on my tongue, but I am not used to anything that does not hurt; familiar are the things that sting and bite.

People sometimes speak just to fill the void,

but I long for golden silence,

a darkness in which stars may shine.

When I fell in love with you the first time I was still a fragile flower child with too much glass under my skin for anyone to touch me without hurting themselves, but you showed me that there was also sunlight in my veins and it was warm and golden and it lasted all summer long.

When I fell in love with you the second time, winter was nearly over and my blood was full of glass again but the moment we touched it turned to ice and melted away. I don’t know why you keep getting close enough to touch me and I don’t know what any of this means but I cannot wait to find out, I cannot wait to fall for you again and again and again.

BEING THE AIR IN MY LUNGS
IS NOT YOUR BURDEN TO BEAR

I am a vault of secrets, and you are the healing light
that will flush them all out. I have known since
I was very young that most things should be kept
up inside my head where they belong.