Dreams of you descend—flurries dancing through frosty air softly as kisses on foreheads, gently as fingertips trace the hollows of collarbones; sleepy golden hair peppered with stars as you exhale warm wisps of breath into the atmosphere. Tell me, what did you say? Words caught in the curl of your lip when I left you smiling to the silver sky; communion between heaven and poet. Even now, your laugh rings like bells, angelic vision I reach out to touch but you remain ever evasive.
I love you tenderly. In the morning your peaceful complexion soft and your earth-brown hair tousled against baby pink pillowcase. My nose pressed against your cheek, I try to breathe you in (inhale the smell of sleep) (longing) with you I can focus in on controlling my pulse (1...2...1...2…) The arches of your collarbones make me ache your entire self singing of promise.
you are beautiful; not in protruding collarbones and sparkling eyes but in a way that screams of self-expression and acceptance. you are beautiful in the way that leaves scars and burns from your dagger-like teeth and the fire that spills between them. your own heart has been marred so many times that damaged tissue has flowered over and hidden it away. ribs hug tightly to it in an effort to protect but are unaware that your lungs are being squeezed squeezed squeezed in the process, and you're left gasping for air.
You filled your skin with sharp lead and your arms with cigaret burns, without any screams, but with the blue mass that touched your cheeks. You used to think, that to put on a massiv amount of black eyeliner, would hide the fact, that you couldn't sleep at night. And you used to think that starving yourself, would make you feel just a little bit better about who you were, but all you ended up with was a stomach you could fit your hands around, collar bones that stuck far out from your skin, so they could break at anytime and your hipbones were like knifes, that could slice a man open. You used to do and think so many stupid things, and you were just this little self-conscious girl that needed to be loved and accepted by someone. That little girl is still inside you, but you have learnt to control her and say no when she wants to play.