When we die I hope we are reborn as ourselves.
I'd love to meet and fall in love with you
All over again.
I wish I could unzip your skull and
Caress your brain until you drifted off to
Sleep. Feeling your dreams
Weave, the circuits entangle and worry
Unstress at my fingertips.
I wish I could kiss every bad memory
Until there is only us.
I wish we were both happy all the time
And I know that's impossible, but some days
You make it feel so possible, so near, my dearest.
I wish we could float in space with no other company,
Drift until the earth gets lost with the stars, held tightly
At one another's wrists. Beating. Beating. Beating
Condensed sea's and eidetic sky's.
I wish I could display my love properly;
Beyond words, beyond flesh,
We are two thirds of a lifetime
And it's one I'll never grow sick of
For as long as you are in my company.
For the moment, hold me close, hold me closer
And let us dream alongside one another, knowing
Our dreams consist of the other;
Their well-being, their sacrifices, their fears, theirs gripes--
Their flaws and perks held deep and impeccably still
As a jade flower enwombed to the rarest, blackest of jewels.
As a pulsating constance. As a spectral echo. As a lover
Found and never wanting to fall lost ever again. Yet,
When I die I hope I am rewinded back to my very
First memory. I would love to forget you. Love to hold you
For the very first time for the billionth consecutive time
Without even knowing...
I would love to feel the emptiness that was a world
Before it was made beautiful, feeling life become something
To be cherished. From first sight to the last, never let me go
And pass alongside me,
Moving throughout me
Some days I think I feel your every heartbeat.
Some days I sense you can feel mine. Be mine and let me be yours.
Whatever may come, whatever may go.
Stay with me and we can outshine any circumstance.
You are my circumstance. You are my beating heart.
You are my life and you my reason for wanting to love myself.
A bit serial killer-ly, hence the title. Love is so hard to express. I think that's the takeaway from this poem. I hope it came out as messily as intended.