I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

I always second guessed your actions,
Didn't know if you felt how I wanted you to
Always believed that you didn't feel it,
It helped me to pull through
I never wanted to give up,
I never wanted to let go
I always thought that I needed you forever,
But with every high comes every low

I spent a long time searching for you,
You were right in front of my eyes
I couldn't see you
I was so blind
Then came along something better,
An offer you couldn't refuse
You left me and everyone here,
Casted me with this bruise

But you were never mine to let go of,
I was never yours to leave,
But I still feel kind of angry at you,
Let down and deceived,
For it was not difficult to tell me you were leaving,
It was not hard to say where you were going,
It was more than easy just to say to me,
This whole time you had thought of fleeing.

I guess everyone has to move on,
To all things bigger and brighter,
Your future now looks pretty hopeful
Mine's looking that bit tighter.
I want you to be happy,
But sometimes I have to be selfish,
And say I want happiness for me
But I think our connection would tarnish

I haven't seen you in a month,
But it feels like five,
But when I come to think of it,
At least you said goodbye that time.
In the two years exactly since I've come to know you,
I haven't found anyone better,
Not their personality or physicality,
You're my favourite sweater,
An investment, a scarlet letter
In a bundle of broken hearts
Deemed inevitable,
Work of art, all the best to be a part.

I EITHER WRITE IN ALL CAPITALS OR NONE AT ALL
and yes, i smoke every ****** cigarette to the filter
yet my sadness never fades
i have bent and creased my sorrows into tiny origami butterflies
and sometimes when it rains i am the happiest  i've ever been
and when the sun runs away
i am the only one here on earth
everyone is teeter-tottering on the moon  
i truly feel alive

and no,
i cannot take away what others have given
and no,
i cannot find solace in my own words

we are all together in this cosmic game

when your favourite pen runs out of ink,
i hope you think
of me.

I used to know a boy with a rose blooming across his chest
and the scars from its thorns scraped across his knuckles.
He's the kind of boy who always laughs with his whole heart,
he never just chuckles
Roses are his mother's favourite flower.
And though he doesn't believe in a heaven
just in case she looks down he wants her to see the she's still a part of his story
A story he can't help but write in his father's handwriting

When I meet this boy he is taping a needleful of black ink
and smiling like he swallowed my butterflies
but I don't mind,
they were his in the first place

He tells me he is an artist and asks if I want to be a canvas,
I don't know much about saying no yet so I offer him my left arm
because the right one's the one I write with and I'm not sure his ink is the right one to write with
but veins, veins don't work that way
the ink that goes in my shoulder flows through my heart and out my pen
and I end up here telling you a black ink story.

He draws a perfect heart on my shoulder,
I don't wonder why he can draw perfect hearts,
Instead  I let him write his name inside
and I decide to wear tank tops.
I forget artists like to sign their artwork,

so I think he wants me to be a sailor and I buy a boat.
But before I leave I take his hands and
I write my name across his palms
"This way they'll read me in your future" I say
Then I go sailing.

I travel across the world, swim in every ocean, meet every fish
But no matter how many salt water showers I take
No matter what colour the sun makes my skin
No matter how many Sirens I follow
His heart still beats coal black on my shoulder

1
So I decide to sail back to him.
I great him with open arms and he greets me with open palms.
Blank open palms.
My name has been rubbed away by the way her hands tuck perfectly into his on hot summer nights when everyone else has let go
I turn his hands over and see pieces of her where his father's scars are healing.
So I buy a long-sleeved shirt and I go sailing.

2
When I reach the shore
I great him with open arms and he greets me with open palms.
Blank open palms.
Desperately I take his hands and run my fingers across where my name should be
Concealer that matches another girls skin clings to my fingertips
My name peaks through the make-up
and I smile, I am still written in his scars

3
When I finally see him
I great him with open arms and he greets me with open palms
Open palms that call me home.

Her peach kisses blossom
on his warm breath
she tastes like giggle martinis.
Between blue sky and sunshine
They kiss in the rain.
Most people think they're insane
but I think maybe they can change
Maybe she'll learn to love one place
Maybe he'll learn to love travelling
Maybe she'll forget he loves her best friend
Maybe he will too
Maybe the whole world will rewind till before they met
So they can meet for the first time tonight
And maybe fall in love
Maybe the whole world is rewinding so they can never meet at all.