I look in to your eyes and the rest of the world slips away,
like melting butter under flames
Im not here nor there
I am ethereal, consumed by the universe
The shore retired revealing golden bed
The sun was set to rest
The moon full, withdrew, declined to speak
There were no need for words or a language to seek
The vibrancy from your earth brown eyes set me alive
The fire from your parted mouth sends meteor showers raining down
I touch the wetness of a tear
my body and my mind
The third time I cried
Forever hypnotised
I submitted to your eyes

I fall the hardest for artists
To my surprise, and my demise
They always seem to fall for me too.

Have you ever loved someone that can
immortalize you
Even in the times you felt like life wasn’t worth living?

Have you ever seeped from beneath the tip of someone’s ball point pen, onto their paper and became born again...?
Before you even had time to live?

Christians call it baptism.
Artists call it poetry.
I call it slavery.

Every time you recite me, without my permission.
You had no right to write me.

Our time has been done and I’m still living on your lips, broken into syllables, forced to call your mouth my home.

You put me in your journal and you locked me away, yet you memorized me and play me to this day- in the back of your mind, you repeat, you rewind.
I wish we were really done this time.

But we’re not.
And we never will be..

I’m minimized and immortalized
Cause when an artist loves you
You never really die.

I fall the hardest for the artists.