It's easy for tear drops
to fall past midnight.
It's even easier to let the
raw emotions of day seep
into the darkness of night.

I don't mean to be so sensitive
or to pretend that these things
don't matter to me...but they do.

The little things, they say.
They're what **** the beast.

Lamenting tonight.
Lamenting the absence of moonlight
That still bathes my skin.

The inertia was pulling my blood.

The night goes on.
The clouds move in,
But I still see you everywhere.
Luminescent, ethereal light.
Still entranced, still in love.
I don't feel you anywhere!

I wander alone through the darkest of nights.
And I swear I still feel your pull. And I still feel...

I loved you.
There.
I said it.
Wrote it down.
It's real now.
I loved you.
And I still love you.
Love the silly look on your face
when you realize you've said something that made me laugh.
Me.
The dutchess of the straight face.
The queen of the dead pan.
And I love that stupid smirk when I've bested you.
When I've gotten to the punch line before you even knew
What the punch line was.
And I miss you.
Miss us.
The way we were.
Back when you let yourself admit that I had stolen your heart
The heart you had sworn to never give away.
I miss that.
Miss the times I'd lay on your chest
And we'd laugh at the little things.
Miss the way you'd glance at me, and I'd catch you.
Better yet
When you'd catch me.
But I was never any good at playing coy.
Not when it counted.
And you knew that.
And you loved it.
Maybe just liked it.
But somewhere
Deep in your head
I like to think you considered
Falling in love with me.
Even if
Now
It's too late for it to matter.
I like to think you considered loving me.
And when it comes to you.
That's enough.
That will always be enough for me.

A periwinkle snap of the fingers
A glazed-over, ungazed-at afterthought of a dimwitted maker
Allowing only specks of atmosphere to puncture through for gasps of air
An assassination without capacity for reflection or modesty.
Broadening my horizons, my eyes adjusting to the sun's sheddings,
I notice the satin ribbons of the west, trotting over the hills, blood-lusting,
Roaring in anticipation of the persecution of the dry, dusty chandelier to the north
Forcing the lumination,
Breaking open the porous night-covering threatening to its final breath
The self-mutilation to bring it and its 3 navigational acquaintances to the bone-encrusted, sadistic
Hell of the humans, modern-day Terra, the disease-laced, frayed blanket of Gaea.
And as I viciously avert my eyes as the first blow finds a weak exposed abdomen,
I pray to God that I might participate in this brawl,
And I curse high heaven that it is so fateful a dusk.

Soaring above the misty clouds
I spread my wings
Home is a little far, yet so near to my heart
Carefree and excited, my memories they fly
Boundless and unabashed
To ones I love and would no longer be apart

I used to look into your eyes and see galaxies.
And I'd chase you to the end of the universe,
Running laps around the solar system just to get your attention.
But now all I see are eyes.

You used to look at me like I was a goddess and I'd simply stare back in awe because I'd never experienced anything so rich with emotion,
Such deep and fiery breaths of passion embedded within our every inhale.

But instead, we'll close our eyes and let sleep blanket our never-still thoughts, for it's completely irrational and I'm tired of running.