A universe confined
In the border of our bodies
Mind, heart, soul
Galaxies of sizes
Beyond any comprehension
We could try to dream of
To look and wonder above
Is to float rather than drown
In the vastness
A 3 - dimensional actuality
In a 2 - dimensional perspective
we call the heavens
Even though they are just balls of gas
We are universes
Not trapped in flesh and bone
But cradled and secure
In our temporary yet constantly changing
dramatic fears spilling on a canvas
from my leaky eyes
i've tried the other options
but they seem vaguely painful
i hate that i've let you close
because the closer you are
the more it will hurt when this
i'm washing away in this flood
and i'm going to pretend it doesn't hurt
this much, to love
and be afraid.
if i was a dancer, you’d be the music, making me feel what you are in every bone in my body, holding me down and lifting me up with every note within you.
can you feel it?
this love is a whisper and a scream at the same time, and everything about that is perfect. your eyes meet mine and they are an intergalactic reminder of what it really means to be. with you i am. there is no want to be, could be, trying to be. i just am.
i am yours, i am happy. i am healing. i am beautiful. you make me feel beautiful in every way, and not just because you say i am.
you are the first thing i think about when i wake up, and the last thing on my mind as i fall asleep.
i am always looking for you when i enter a room and when i’m not, i’m wishing you were there. when i walk into any space, you are the first and only person i see. it’s like those scenes in the movies where everything blurs, and the two lovers are the only ones in focus as their eyes meet from opposite sides of the room and a love song is playing.
can’t you hear it?
this love is a slow jam and an alternative rock love ballad all at once. it’s the tingly feeling i get inside when you say you love me, and the look on your face when you think i’m utterly ridiculous but also quite funny. it’s our witty banter and the way you always make me smile like some sort of happy idiot.
you are a galaxy with an infinite number of stars. but somehow, i know i can always count on you.
the girl's body feels like that of a goddess when he touches her thighs. he says that when he kisses her she tastes like love and something he can't quite put his finger on. it isn't until she pulls him closer that he can. he realizes it's longing that he tastes.
who knew aphrodite longed for anything? for anyone?
the girl is soft her cheeks coloured like redwood, her hair dark and wild, her eyes brown. she's warmer than usual, but her hands are still cold. when he asks to kiss her, she doesn't want to close her eyes, she's afraid that she's too high up. mount olympus doesn't care for mortals, but she doesn't want to forget this one.
yes. aphrodite longs all of the time and as his laughter waterfalls down her spine, she doesn't remember anything but his brightness, that he is what makes her beauty.
goddess of love met her match. a mortal boy that feels like the god of autumn causes the leaves inside of her chest to fall and change colour.
she paints her love in shades of red. her hands on his body are pink-rose at the palms. this goddess of beauty has never seen any of her potential. perhaps it was wasted until he looked at her with disbelief, because she's never felt worth that gaze, but gods does she want it.
he looks at her and he just wants to occupy the same space forever.
she looks at him and holds all the love in the universe in her hands.
i wanted an angel.
peach flavoured love that dripped down my chin, lips covered in sugar.
i wanted passion.
to ascend unlonely through the cotton candy sky with all of its lovely whispers.
i wanted a muse.
someone to kiss and tell the world about as i bit my sugar dusted lip, and dreamed of their sunfilled mouth, and i wanted constant contact and all of the tell me you love me moments.
my fragile lungs would hardly be able to breathe in air as pure as the air that they'd breathe.
i wanted an angel to love until i became one. I needed love so badly that it would choke me with cold hands, frigid but still warm somehow.
i wanted guidance. to soar away from here.
i want to inhale the rosemary of your aura until it settles into my veins. i want to bathe in the honey that sits in your voice. I want to drink you in/breathe your air until the two of us blend into one person, until your breath is mine.
god, i love you. i love you and i want to give you all of my good moments while still letting you into the bad. i just want to share my life with you.
one day i will memorize your skin and when i close my eyes, i will feel what it's like to be near you even though i am not. i don't know who i am, but next to you i like myself.
i want to tell you to close your eyes. i'll trace your eyelids with my thumbs, put your bottom lip in between my lips, and kiss you like you are an angel, because in some way you are.
i'm fucking glowing, like fireflies and faerie lights, i'm the sparkle in your eyes when you glance at me when you think i'm not looking. you're everything i can't remember, but i know.
i want a slow dance in october, i want whatever love that lies inside of your chest until you cave in. and i'll still love you when you're fragile.