two silhouettes,
dancing among the glacial white of pale moonlight,
softly caressing each other with faded fingers,
loving one another,
eternally,
beautifully,

shadows embracing,
slipping tenderly within soft arms,
entwined in passion and throbbing hearts
loving the other
*beautiful
eternal

embrace the chaos
let your body scream
and shake with the inability
to love your own being
your own worth
of being alive

flaunt your insanity
allow the voices unlimited access
to your broken frame
but show them
you're still in control
albeit just and still

you're not the person
the others think you are
you're better, stronger
so much more beautiful than that
**** the voices
they couldn't be more wrong
about the beauty shining in your swimming eyes

i love you babe, you have no idea how much
*<3

i suppose we're all trapped in the same system
a repetitive version of events that simply swirls
around and around our screaming bodies
urging us to continue to carry out daily lives like nothing happened

we could be superheroes flying but that niggling
voice inside our heads tells us ''no'' and so we
lose faith in what could have been spectacular
we've lost it in lack of confidence and we don't know how to stand

our thoughts instead dribble loosely out of
gaping mouths that scream at other people who managed
to be that superhero that we always wanted to be
and now it's far too late because jealousy seals you inside yourself

*and it means that
there is no room to breathe
and it will suffocate you
and leave you feel ******
all over again

children of the darkness,
listen in
you pretend that it doesn't
bother you,
but we know that you're just
concealing it,
from the prying eyes which
stare profusely,
through the dying light into
your own.

and you shake with the anticipation
of another
shot of alcohol dripping down your
aching throats,
numbing the pain of freshly broken
hearts.
and instead of screaming helplessly
at skies
of crimson, you watch the tears stream
down your cheeks.

dance me to the moon
run away with the thoughts
that tangle your hair with a
power so great and mighty
that you can't think of anything
else

vicious snobbery
malicious craziness
indulgent speculations
and ****** little
stupid little
fantasies
where you think you are
self dubbed
''the best''
of course
but why wouldn't you be?
you ask
the vanity in you
is disgusting
it shows you up
& makes you so far
up your own ****
that you'd surely think the
SUN SHINES OUT OF IT
grow up
get out
realise cockiness in such
proportions is probable
to end badly
and who would be to blame?
*you?

i hope you like the stars
that i painstakingly painted for you
i tell you, it took hours for them to
dry and i really ******* hope
that they last longer than us

you leave me wild and scarily vulnerable,
cracking open, full of emotion, but
in awe and horrified of my own
capabilities

you've brought me to my knees with
such a brilliant display of passion
so great i cannot begin to fathom how you
even had it in you

but what of it
you said we were over
so i guess i'm back to trying to
paint the stars for some other
*daydreamer

a great big planet,
losing light from a sun
that we rely on to survive
it's things like this
that make you realise
just how small and
insignificant
we are
and how vulnerable
we are

and how small we are
compared to everything else
that is out there
among the stars
and the infinite amounts of
*space