He was a fire
A brilliant,
Burning lure
A devil

And I
Demon Wind
Feeding into him
Stroking his desire
To consume
Everything

Every bit of me
My sin
My choice,

I never needed heaven.....

Ashes when we met
Ashes and torment
A chaos of bliss
Apocalypse
His
Every kiss.......

Brilliant collisions
Sapphire skies
Everytime I'm with him
The world stills
Dies
And yet
Beat
Pounding
And soar
Comets through galaxies
Begging for more
Blackness
Beginnings
And visions of light
Destruction breeds love,

When demons unite.....

©MV

yesterday, i dreamt of you again.

and as i wonder today,
i realise that slowly but surely,
youre slipping from the crevices of my mind - like how sand slips right through our fingers,
like how the marks we leave on sand gets washed away by the waters

and i wonder,
why is it that i make you to be such a huge part of myself and my life,
when you might have totally forgotten about me?
why is it that after this whole time, my mind still wanders back to you from time to time,
more often than i wished it would?

why is it,
and how is it,
that after all this while,
i still allow myself to feel such unworthiness,
because of you?

the door was barely opened before
I caught her like a 2am yawn (once seen unstoppable)
she caught my smile but expressed it better than I ever could
and like I would for the queen I quickly stood
she must have seen my eyes through the hazy night
and she moved closer like poetry I cannot write

ok I can't help myself
she walked like an 'um' itself
an um for the wordless times
when something more important is on your mind
when you're asked for the truth but are filled with lies
when in pause, time it buys

gliding like a miyazaki dragon spiriting me away
anywhere but here, the now, the day
struck dumb
the response to her hello?
- 'um'

mute, in a bubble
black holes open - and swallow
swallow me all whole

party, I won't be
some, something, I want to be
somebody not me

I fumble over
alone, I speak like the dark
but I guess I try

the empty glances
alone, I guess I liked her
I got used to it

She knows she's beautiful,
We know she's not lying,
I hate her guts oh god
How she brags bout her beautiful face
Without even trying,
Put a garbage bin on her head
Still looking like a queen
She's really beautiful
No one dares denying.

I'm a lot gayer than originally planned.
*******. Gay.
But I'm worried about the concept;
not sure if it's right to use the word
“gay”
when (I'm sorry I said it)
I'm really bisexual,
just particularly into women right now.
Like,
is that bad representation
of my sexuality?
Only encouraging
bi-erasure?
It just doesn't have the same
“umph”
to say
I'm feeling particularly
bisexual today.
But I've been telling myself
over and over
that it's okay,
no matter what
I'm feeling today.
I don't
need
your
box

anymore.

Nothing. There is nothing within me, I
don't feel anything except the overwhelming
burn of tears in my eyes. I am
cynical and bitter, sad and destroyed,
and apathetic towards everything.

Except you.

You have brought a lighter colour to these
rotting walls - you are a vivid, emotive
shade of life. You brought me back to this fervent,
dizzying wildness that never stops tossing
and turning within me, even in the
motionless depths of darkness. Apathy
has been turned into an eager chaos,
the weather dissolving into northern green
around me as my tireless eyes gleam,
reflected in yours.