there's a thunder buried
somewhere deep in my heart
that only the lightning of your lips
can unleash.
there's a storm in my veins
and
I love you
like it's hurricane season.

darling,

let me be your ocean shore.
bring me your waves
and wash them up against me
like it's high tide.
let's entangle in one another
until no one can tell
where my sands end
and
where your waters begin.

you see,

people always say
"don't go towards the light" when
someone 's dying, but
you've been my light for ages
and following you
was the best choice I ever made.
I am reborn in the comfort
of your arms
and
if continued happiness with you
means going towards the light,
I would die every time.

yeah it's 3:59 in the morning,
so what? there's ink in my veins and
a bottle of ***** in my system.
I'm bleeding novels here
and it's a rare blood type I've got.

The words pour from severed wounds
and stain the carpet, bed sheets,
the counter tops and floor tiles.
shrieks from my roommate,
"what the hell's going on?!
someone call an ambulance!"

(darkness)

yeah it's 7:03 in the morning,
so what? I woke up attached to a machine
and it wasn't even the government.
chuckles from the nurses,
"he's got a sense of humor this one"

every last letter fled my body
until I collapsed.
and suddenly, I understood
that death isn't about flowers, tombstones,
black dresses or sullen faces.
it's about the words that were left unsaid.