loving you is like looking up at the night sky
Staring into the darkness but seeing the beautiful glow of the stars
Like the darkness of the water but seeing the reflection of the sunset
Like the tides pulling in and pushing away at the sand
Loving your darkness is part of loving you
I know the clouds will cover the night sky,
But I know ill see the beautiful glow of the stars again

Happy anniversary.

Can you believe
That it’s been a year?
I can still feel the first time,
Your hands danced on mine,
A soft presence, almost shy.
I could barely pay attention
To the film playing on television
Because there, right beside me,
A story was already unfolding,
One that was far more fascinating
Than any other mystery.

And it was.
Here we are, a year later,
The story continues to be
The most gruelling mystery
Of two people ceasing to be,
Of you & I never becoming we,
Instead, a strange, foreign word
To each other’s vocabulary.
I thought we both saw ourselves
In this picture perfect future:
Lying together on crumpled sheets,
Watching Sherlock on repeat,
Reading poetry and drinking coffee,
A state of being indescribably
Happy.

We were never meant to be that.
Only a manuscript tossed in the trash.
We loved too little, and bled too much,
Too proud to break the silence.
Too scared to end the sentence.
So let’s scrap the ending,
And go back to the beginning:

Happy anniversary.

I plunged into what I thought was someplace beautiful, but I can no longer pretend. I only want to set this world on fire.