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Kristian Wilson Apr 2014
i cannot explain the flames that lick your eyelashes,
bright eyes.
and i adore that you're not as passive as i am.
and that your heart isn't as big.
there's less space to break
and more room for the fresh air of the world to fill your lungs
besides, hearts are wild animals
and that's why we need ribcages
but you, you're a creature of kindle.
and i get the feeling you know how warm you are.
i do.
if a river like me ran all around the world, do you think i'd get golden slumber, or just bronze sleep?
would i be famous, or just used, with more and more boats put on me?
i wouldn't shiver in Siberia, with you
i would replenish the deserts, with you.
but without you, i have no reflection.
what is a river with no sunrise, but a river?
what is a sunrise, with no river?
still so beautiful.
Kristian Wilson Apr 2014
she could be anything she wanted.
i wish i hadn't met her.
made her life so uneasy.
but when she says words that powerful
her stomach isn't the only one upset.
'you go,' said her crimson lips
'i'll miss you but i'll survive.'
not so sure i will.
but it's good to know i'm that big in her world.
through my filters,
and through my lens,
all the wishing
had to end.
there are no distractions,
and the only interaction
is with myself
in my world,
she can be anything she wants.
Kristian Wilson Apr 2014
It’s time again, to shed this skin.

The emerald green that once emanated from inside of me,

Has gradually become an old pastel.

And people look past it.

They can’t tell that I’m just about to grow,

About to get better, and neither can I.

That explains why I came so close to the end,

When I was only seconds away from the beginning.

Though I have a cold-blooded heart,

That doesn’t mean I’m cold-blooded.

But I rely on your love to keep me warm.

The scales get in the way of our communication,

And the twin tongues are indecisive,

In that I can’t decide which part of you I love the most.

The fangs are just decoration,

Chandeliers, with venom, that I’d like you to interpret as incense,

Incense that I’ll only use on myself if you really hurt me that much.

And I know my hugs may be extremely tight,

But that’s only because there is always the possibility,

That it might be the last one you receive from me.

There’s always that moment, when I surround you with my body,

That I think of how insanely lucky I am to have you,

That’s the reason why mine are a second longer than the average hug.

Because I don’t ever want to let go of this love.

But I have to end, in order to begin.

Yes, it’s time again, to shed this skin.

— The End —