oh lord how she is grace and beauty

oh devil how he is strong and tender

she is the water and the sky

he is the fire and the ground

her smoothness softness valleys and rolling hills caressed by the moon

his roughness sharpness ridges and hard lines forged in the sun
she is my calm my love my shelter

he is my excitement my passion my adventure

she takes me down slow and enfolds me in her gentle soothing light

he brings me up higher higher riding a wave of fire through the night

oh lord how she is soft and lovely

oh devil how he is vibrant and invincible

Somewhere in your cold heart
I wished for a sparkle of heat
You gleamed before everybody
Thought I would feel miserable
Never, I felt more free since then

I stepped forward to melt you
You melted mine instead, in love
Dozed me into you, with a smile
It wasn't too late to know the truth
You've been playing games with me

You were conquering my whole heart
I hailed your name and dreamt a lot
Held my pillow closer, cuddling gently
Slept with a sweet smile on my face
Innocent, I am, you turned to a witch
Hunting down love, a Caesar of hearts

i will write every time i miss you
i will choke out words and mix this feeling into permanence
i will listen to the blackness of the sky when it speaks to me
like it always has
before you,
after you,
this time, do not forget what he has done to you.
it is not your fault that you mistake pain for love
but untangle the wires
do not forget how this feels.

i will write every time i miss you
i will tell the world how i am feeling
i will tell them which i fear is worse-
the emptiness you have carved out of me,
feeling every bone in my ribcage expand and contract with my breathsounds,
versus the way i let you
the way i laid in place and pretended it did not hurt

i will write every time i miss you
i will exist openly and let the world understand how much i am feeling
because if i don't have a course of action every time
a wave of you washes over me
i will fall into the comfort it reminds me of
i will manipulate the skies until the stars spell out i forgive you

i will write every time i miss you
so you can read the damage you have done
and understand that with every word i write
with every second i do not come back
i almost do

Memories once wrapped in silk
are now collecting
on the windowsill.
And I've traced outlines in the dust,
placing heavy exhales where
words were meant to be.

And I look at her,
and she is so trusting
of love, and I'm trying
to find beauty in these endings.

-k.p//silk laced memories