we only exist in a chaotic fever dream
but please
let me linger in the gap
between the lines of love and leverage
for just a little longer
i want to see how it feels
the beautiful death of something awful

playing tug of war
with
a tracing tender touch

the slow tide of a tantalizing tease
torn between timid and utterly translucent

my eyes are bleeding honey and my veins are spilling red wine
the flowers wilt inside my heart and my bones are breaking like dead pine
the stars in my eyes have faded and the breath in my lungs is sedated
crumpling to the floor like tissue paper, transparent.
you like me when i’m like this,
I’m beautiful when i can’t breathe.

he smelled like cigarettes and death
offered me a taste when i was at my lowest,
and i drank the whole **** cup.
whirlwind romance
toxic demise
i quit for love
now i’m back and i begged for release,
but release doesn’t feel as good as i remember.

im smoking,
sizzling,
sparking and
catching fire.
two twin flames
dancing in the dark,
as bright as any star,
burning down the ******* galaxy.

someone you don't remember
laid claim to your body,
left her marks vivid against your skin.
when i saw them,
my eyes stung and my head spun and
my soul flared with a visceral hatred
of the one who made love to you in the way
i always wanted to.
and in that second
i grieved once again
for the love we never shared.
but when it was over,
i looked around and saw the one who
loves me in the way you never did,
makes my eyes sparkle
in the way you never did.
he is the one who
picked up the pieces you left
when you ravaged my heart
with the force of a wildfire
(that still
might be
burning)

our love is quiet and comfortable,
happy and safe
my home is in your heart.

my body is glass and with your fingertips you can shatter my façade and let passion flow from the pieces. I want the memory of you to be stained in my mind, your mark on my skin. I want to memorize the look in your eyes as you take me, the feeling of your gentle body pressed against mine.

I want to know what you look like when you wake up. I want to trace the bone range of your hips with the tips of my fingers and watch your eyelids tremble from their dark valleys into the waking world; I want to be the first thing you see, my silhouette faded pink and yellow by the morning light.

he makes me feel like acoustic songs on a summer’s night by the soft candlelight and
the dew on flower petals on a sunday morning.
when he looks at me there’s a light in his eyes that’s like watching the pale sunrise and
when he kisses me it’s a silent promise worth more than all the stars.
he touches me like im made of glass and he doesn’t know how much it means
that there’s someone who thinks im valuable,
that there’s someone who doesn’t dig their fingers into my body like im something to claim
and in that gentleness, i have become his willingly.
he found me in winter and showed me spring
the snow is only just beginning to fall but he gives me the warmth i need,
to appreciate the beauty in the ice
without freezing.

he’s the new beginning and the mark of the end.

you love like you sin, terrified and breathless.
intoxicatingly sweet, a poisonous temptation.
bioluminescent boy,
you’re dripping heartache from
your seductive serpentine smile.
fireflies in your veins like trapped dreams
of those who fell,
crashed,
burned their way under your skin
where you carry them forever.