I'm lost in your love
and the way the rising sun is beaming on your complex features
the glow casts light upon my eyes awakening me
for now I see this feeling
as a well lit sunrise

is it possible to despise yourself so much that you can't feel anything anymore? possible to rely on the fragments of other people's morals and beliefs other than the oozing, hot and bright ones of your own numb mind?

are they still burning up there in my mind, melting inside my brain, scorching the veins, and scaring my tissue?

have my eyes ever looked so grey with ash or are they glazed, reflecting you?

if they aren't, I would ask someone to light a match, but sadly only I can do that.

-Julia Aubrey Rhodes-

His eyes were like
clocks that stopped
spinning the moment
she stared into them.
The universe halted.
All things began to breathe
each others stillness.
To her: it was a simple,
blue, eternity.

i.
moments are ephemeral
so i hold on tightly
to the closeness of you.
our arms linked together,
you keep bumping into me
and i keep colliding into
you.
it's as if we are stars,
and we make our own
little boom
in this sky.

we're almost a firework, honey.
we're almost-

ii.
hey.
long haired sweetheart,
golden boy of no where,
your halo is skewed,
but i bet you'd taste like lights.
you're the brightest
type of shine.
sure, you glow in the dark,
but you're glowing in the light too.
and they say,
you're brighter with me,
they say you are
just as smitten
as i am.

maybe we can make this work, honey.
maybe we can-

iii.
what if i was to paint you in indigo,
sew patches of
a blank night sky
onto your dimples,
and hang stars from your
butterfly lashes?
would you
let me sit on your lap like
it's a throne,
make me your
queen,
so that i can say i've made
the human form of night time
my lover.
king of hearts, conqueror of the day.

we hold on, because it heals our tired hurt, honey.
we hold on-

My story took a turn when
I abandoned my monochrome
My torturous shades of greys
And dearest colors of night
I wasn't loyal to them anymore
Painting my skin with violets and pinks
Reds and golden yellows
Along with other shades of the dawn

For him yes, it was for him
I wrote my love all over my skin
with all the colors that I gave up
With all the colors that I once had
Before giving them up for the safety of the dark
It was quite unfortunate when I figured out
The man I was doing this for
He was color blind.

-UV