I wear the blue bloodstone you gave me
Around my neck,
Locked away in a spiral cage.
But your eyes shimmer
And shine
In the darkness.
And you have galaxies in your eyes,
So I guess it's fitting
That what I give you in turn,
Has galaxies trapped inside it.
I know
I am terribly difficult to love.
And I know
I am terribly easy to leave.
But you're it.
You're all I need.
And I hold the cold
Dyed agate you gave me in my hand
Until the stone gets warm
From what little body heat
I have to give.
I can only pray
That you'll come home
Safe and sound
With lots of love for me,
Because I know when you come home
I'll have lots of love
To give you.
I keep cutting out
Pieces of myself
To give
Everyone else,
Expecting to receive the love
I so desperately try to give.
Hoping someone
Somewhere
Will finally stay.
But Frost said
Nothing gold can stay.
And maybe I was wrong.
And maybe he was actually right.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
I wear the blue bloodstone you gave me
Around my neck,
Locked away in a spiral cage.
But your eyes shimmer
And shine
In the darkness.
And you have galaxies in your eyes,
So I guess it's fitting
That what I give you in turn,
Has galaxies trapped inside it.
I know
I am terribly difficult to love.
And I know
I am terribly easy to leave.
But you're it.
You're all I need.
And I hold the cold
Dyed agate you gave me in my hand
Until the stone gets warm
From what little body heat
I have to give.
I can only pray
That you'll come home
Safe and sound
With lots of love for me,
Because I know when you come home
I'll have lots of love
To give you.
I keep cutting out
Pieces of myself
To give
Everyone else,
Expecting to receive the love
I so desperately try to give.
Hoping someone
Somewhere
Will finally stay.
But Frost said
Nothing gold can stay.
And maybe I was wrong.
And maybe he was actually right.
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