Agape
Not a transient love,
Hopefully
a permanent future
Leave
but don't really go
Unless
you make me a promise
Stay
inside my heart, at least

You are the star of my heart:
Celestial body turned into my core,
    like a work of fine art
Be it your visage, your void, or maybe even your touch
Like gravity, each little thing somehow pulls me closer in love
In my heart I know that you may go black,
    but when you do just know that it would only serve to bring me
    closer to you.

The place where our hearts know true content
Land of dream, steeped in our own fantasies
Bed of innovation, where it is ourselves we reinvent
As we dance in the feeling of natures melodies

There is magic in the woods that flows
     into the stream of our veins
A supernatural feeling akin to the land of fae
Mystique and awe, like aloe, soothe our pains
And although our time is fleeting,
     the memories forever stay

We often seek solace in the bog together
Fall into the forest as we grow into each other
Hoping to grasp at a brief moment of forever
Blissfully unaware of our reality or any other

bubbling lava
burning
just to come up and taste the surface

a diver in too deep
screaming
just to gulp the delicious air

Once I let a tear out
I can't stop.

like trying to put  broken glass back together again--

the scattered shards skillfully restructured
into a perfect whole;
but not so perfect, really.
the straggling seams where the shards were restructured
are still perfectly in sight.