*the winters
here in montauk
had frozen me
i am now
brittle bones
blood on my lips
lilac veins vivid
on my skin
silvery
i can no longer
count all these
dead nights for
my fingertips
have grown
a little numb
the exact way
the crystal stem
of the limpid glass
between yours
can never grasp
your heat
the very way
that sinful scarlet
liquid bead perch
on your full
crimson lips
unaware of its
good fortune
precisely the way
that beauty on the
other end of the
table veiled
burnt sienna
will cravingly gaze
into your worried eyes
but only one of
two hearts
will glow
the other will remain
mundane
and mine will always
yearn*
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
*the winters
here in montauk
had frozen me
i am now
brittle bones
blood on my lips
lilac veins vivid
on my skin
silvery
i can no longer
count all these
dead nights for
my fingertips
have grown
a little numb
the exact way
the crystal stem
of the limpid glass
between yours
can never grasp
your heat
the very way
that sinful scarlet
liquid bead perch
on your full
crimson lips
unaware of its
good fortune
precisely the way
that beauty on the
other end of the
table veiled
burnt sienna
will cravingly gaze
into your worried eyes
but only one of
two hearts
will glow
the other will remain
mundane
and mine will always
yearn*
"i’m more and more afraid
because i’m not like myself before.
i’m scared to see myself getting weaker.
without you, even the air around me is heavy."
(edited. thanks for the input! ♡)
