he was the stars,
watching during the day
and shining throughout
the night.
he was firmament and vastly seas
pushed together, the
semi-broken pieces
of existence.
he tells me
every terrible thing he
had done and i kiss them
all better.
he was the wind,
caressing the crevices of
a poorly lit street, whispering
warning signs to
trepid vessels.
he was the sun,
sparing creatures who
are too petrified like an expensive
glass dangling onto dainty
lips muttering never-ending
victorian poetry.
he tells me
about the bad days as if it were
kids daring each other to ring
the doorbell.
he was the safest method of self-mutilation,
cradling lullabies for
unblemished and
unwavering hearts.
he was every nook and cranny,
repeating resplendent lines as if
it was the only way to
utter goodbye.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
he was the stars,
watching during the day
and shining throughout
the night.
he was firmament and vastly seas
pushed together, the
semi-broken pieces
of existence.
he tells me
every terrible thing he
had done and i kiss them
all better.
he was the wind,
caressing the crevices of
a poorly lit street, whispering
warning signs to
trepid vessels.
he was the sun,
sparing creatures who
are too petrified like an expensive
glass dangling onto dainty
lips muttering never-ending
victorian poetry.
he tells me
about the bad days as if it were
kids daring each other to ring
the doorbell.
he was the safest method of self-mutilation,
cradling lullabies for
unblemished and
unwavering hearts.
he was every nook and cranny,
repeating resplendent lines as if
it was the only way to
utter goodbye.
i try too hard please forgive me
