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Aug 2013 · 747
a collection of dreams.
wolfpoems Aug 2013
although we've never met
i feel as if we've spent countless hours together
sharing memories in the dark.
like remember that time in the fall
when we both snuck out of the house at 3 AM
to meet at the gas station
and from there we walked
for 30 miles and only talked about the stars?
when in reality, we lay there with our heads resting on pillows
and hands resting on blankets mere inches away from each other

we counted shooting stars as if it wasn’t the most cliché thing to do in the world
and laughed at jokes that nobody understood
(i don’t think even we quite understood them)
we smoked cigarettes like we could never die and lit fires to let the universe know we existed
we saw the stars as tidal waves, crashing into the dark night sky.
we tried to estimate the distance between planets and galaxies but got confused and lost
when we realized we didn’t know a single star that lit the sky that night.

take me back to the place where stars
substitute the freckles on your face,
where trees quietly rustle us
a long-leaved waltz,
and where the ocean breathes for us
so we can stay locked in this kiss
all night long.

i wanted to drown in your emerald gaze
and lose myself in your arms.
i wanted to speak to you in verse,
serenade you in sweet whispers
but mainly i wanted to hold you
while we ride this rollercoaster
that we call life.
May 2013 · 836
the artist.
wolfpoems May 2013
3 am
he laid in the shower
quietly allowing every droplet of water
to pour into his open flesh
firmly gripping his weapon of choice,
beginning to carve fairytales into a broken canvas
as if he were a father
telling his son a bed time story

surrounded by a pool of ruby red ink
the artist gradually began to work deeper
almost nearing completion of his project
taking a breath between every stroke
the artist proudly admired his work
May 2013 · 893
sickness.
wolfpoems May 2013
i am growing ill
with a bad case
of 'missing you'
and
a high temperature
of 'all the time'.
Apr 2013 · 715
i desire to patch you up.
wolfpoems Apr 2013
every cut you’ve ever carved
into your perfect coat of skin
will leave nothing more than scars
just forgiven sins.

— The End —