these good days never end with a spark like they start
what was once resounding laughter fades into hushed tones
favorite crass comments said as jests are forgotten
endless conversations diminish to hazy thoughts left unsaid
different hands that fit together forget one another's touch
and these days disappear like the moon does at dawn

these good days never end with a spark - they dwindle slowly
but at least there is time for one to wave goodbye to them

i will be an asterism
in the constellation of your being
as long as if it means
you'll finally allow yourself
to glow
the way i see you

here's the thing:

there are days when i lose my rhythm of life
my legs stumble across walking flat pavement
i lose my balance on the stable ends of the road
i jump headfirst in manholes meant for excavation
and i refuse to exit the darkness
there are days like these

there are days when i run dry
my mouth becomes a desert crawling with prayers
my flesh is a wasteland of golden opportunity
my vision is a disfigured specter in shades of grey
and every sound translates into white noise
there are days like these

there are days when words do not help
every apology and thank you leaves me raw
i bleed and hurt and bleed and hurt
and every word still leaves me ******
i will allow myself to be empty on days like these
there will always be days like these

these days do not end in salvation
these are the horsemen of my apocalypse
and on the backs of every stallion
is a part of me that tramples over
the greatest dimensions of who i am
they leave prints not easily covered
they leave me a little more scarred
they leave me a little more tired

here's the thing:

these are the days that become my muses
these are the days of great wreckage
and someday these days will be myths
great stories meant for the taking
but for now
this is the truth.

i should not have opened the gates
once i heard the gallops of your horse
and the music of you, clad in metal armour,
you were not the knight who would save the damsel in distress i made myself up to be.

i am not afraid to say i need you

the last thing i want to happen
is for you to leave

darling, you're breaking my heart.

i've heard stories like legends about you
they say you are wildfire;
danger, trouble, sweltering heat that hurts.
you set yourself ablaze in hearts that are bound to turn to ashes
and these ashes, you take and merely blow away into the wind.

yet in the dark of night,
i saw your light
and not knowing i needed it so much,
i followed your fires even if the stars told me to turn away
and when i was close enough, i did not see the horror i always heard of
but instead, i found you, in all your radiance, in your sunlit smiles

i am in love with your light, but i've been told to never play with fire

as i inch closer and closer to you
i feel your flames
blazing, dancing, scorching my skin, blinding me
but still, you light the way home