and i love him

voice. intoxicate me with the sweetness that drips from your words, i cling to it.
eyes. your eyes hold me, dark and deep, a beautiful unknown world of exploration inside.
bones. the gorgeous outline under your skin creates a sculpture to me. your airy shadows reflect, absolute art.
hair. from that thick dark whirlwind, a twisted storm, perfectly placed on your head, down to midnight strands across your jaw.
mind. your deep sea, let me dive in, see the mystical creatures and mysteries that lie in the dark. i want the shining soft surf along with your torrential tidal waves.
oh my soul glows for you, lighting my heart up fully.
and i love you, absolutely.

oh you silly silly girl!
you must ache for heartache..
don't you know better after all you've seen and been through?
of course not, far to naive.
over and over again we put ourselves through so much pain in order to find bliss
ironic isn't it?
oh you silly girl images of beautiful roses float through your dizzy head
remember silly girl, roses have thorns, that cut and sting.
something so sweet and pure as a rose can hurt quite badly.
but it is so worth it to plunk a pretty, bright one from the grass, right silly girl?
even if we get a cut or two.
oh silly girl, you always find a way to heal, but never to learn.
oh silly silly girl.

There is a ghost in your voice
Haunting me through the silence



Through every droplet of memory
Dotting my otherwise starless night

I tried to gather them
With my words, my fear, my soul
And yet they remain forever bond
To a place I cannot reach
A being I cannot see
And a love I can never hear

Your flowering existence sheds invisible petals
I seem to be able to find
Yet, I'm ever uncertain
All these pieces of your soul
Did you left them for me to find
A breadcrumb trail leading only
To a chance in the future
To an uncertain promise
Or did I just stole the traces
Of your existence you left for the universe
Claiming them as something I could own

Should I keep them or scatter them

Or are they even yours
Could it be that they are the pieces of my soul
Still clinging on to you
That you're finally shedding away
To be complete on your own

What could I do
Standing in pieces
Holding someone's soul
That may or may not be my own
If they weren't
I'd still be missing all the chunks I've given to you
If they were
I'd still be empty
Because
I'm forever hollow without you