smitten

there's a milkyway pooling

in the indentations of my heels

and the air's a little thick with lust,

                                     with static,

                                     with stardust,

the back of your knees bump mine

and there's a thunderstorm gathering

in the small of my back, twisting tight,

your face embraces mine like an old flame

warm, incandescent and affectionate,

and if you're blushing,

                 well,

                        we can always

                                     blame it

                                               on

                                                   the

                                                       damn

                                                              good

                                                                      beer.

lemonade

and it's just a glass of water

you're staring into

and you're the cup's

half-full

kind of girl

and the water tastes

a lot more bitter than it should

it's the corners of his smile

that reach out like chains

to wrap around your ankles

and p u l l you in

and you're drowning in it

drowning in your reflection

soaking up the reflected light through your pores

you drink it in

the condensing beads of self-hatred and loathing

running d

                o

                     w

                                                         n the side of your glass

and you're caught in this m    z    of thought

                         a    e 

itunes on repeat

                                     how did i miss this?

what's wrong with me?

                                                   what did i fuck up this time?

and maybe, maybe a part of you is asking

what did i do right?

what did i do so perfectly that it managed to push you to this?

[and maybe a part of you thinks

that this is all you'll ever deserve

-- it's not.]

a lone droplet

sends a thousand ripples across

the inertial waters

and it's stained your cheeks

and let's not kid ourselves, here.

you've never been

a

glass

half

full

kind of girl,

and maybe,

maybe

that's just fine.

for thedreamer

i love you, always, and be strong.

we're going round in circles

1.
    i tried to write you a letter once,
       and i felt like spiders crawled out my throat,
    leaving cobwebs where all those words should've been;

        i tried to pass them off as silk,
     and i've never seen you so terrified.

2.
   you told me you were a growing boy,
      and i could feel you under my skin,
   you bloom, flowers of blue and purple,
      spring time love and part-time lovers,

   it is winter again,
     and you're taller than ever.

3.
  i dreamt that i told you what each crack in my skin meant,
      and you flooded me with your liquid kisses and pacific eyes,
  and called me your sahara.

      your eyes are thirsty now,
  and i am still your sahara.

4.
      the sun leaked blood secrets into the sky,
  and i watched the dawn arrive.
      he told me he loved me,
  and all i could say was goodnight.

5.
  you think you're funny
      and sometimes i think i'm the joke,
  i bite your punchline and fall,

      hook, line and
                             sink her.


6.
      you can't draw and i can't sing,
  but i write you love songs with my lips,
      and you make me mona lisa-smiles with your hands,

  and maybe, we don't need to be perfect,
      just happy.

a/n: sorry for the hiatus. exams and personal issues have reduced my muse to a whimpering mess.

bundle of joy

our skin and eyes and lips meet,
in a little bundle of electric blue.

we call him daniel.

venice

your tongue twists around mine,

like the r-r-rolling r's in italian.

you are my little italy, savoury skin,

and i'll discover all your canals,

humming mamma mia 

over your bubbling,

in your gondola arms.

poseidon's child

i am an ocean and you broke the moon,

still silent surface like salient sapphires,

you are a drop in me, a ripple in a pond,

leaving no corner untouched or

undisturbed.

i am a river and you are a rock,

swirling over smooth surfaces soundly,

you draw out my unending laughter,

low like a babbling brook,

unrestrained.

i am a waterfall and you are the edge of the world,

staccato stuttering as blue is crushed,

you make me hold my breath, leap of faith,

as i tip over you, spilling, falling,

endlessly.

i am water and i am flooding

the whole wide world

for you.

my sammael

  stars b-l-i-n-k to the rhythm of your heartbeat;
you're a fallen star, forced o u t of heaven,
  for shining too bright.

angels don't feel,

and envy is a s i n.

  you blessed my brow and confessed love to my chest,
with all the Grace of heaven,
with nothing but a slow, measured blink,
  of stained-glass eyes.

friday night lights

see, she's the kind of girl who
perms her hair and bothers
with mascara and me? i have
nothing but split ends and dried tears
to hold my eyelashes in place.

see, she's the kind of girl who
you'd be proud to introduce
to your folks back home and me?
your parents would hate me.

but, see, she's the kind of girl who
would only say i love you when she
needs to and hand you tissues after
you sneeze and want you to pay her
attention rather than the liverpool
man u match going on that night.

and me? i'm fucked up enough to find it
hard to say i love you but at least, you'd
know i mean it and i always always will
and i'd still kiss you if you had a cold
and curl up next to you with chicken soup
and pull out some beers and make you
nachos for that friday night, watching in HD,
even though i couldn't care less about
football; it'd mean being with you, right?

see, she's the kind of girl who
you think you should be with,
and me? i'm the woman you
should be with, alright?

heartstring

. one .

{tracing the inkblue lines across creamy parchment,

 & writing out the rhythm, one-two, of your heart.}

. two .
{running underneath the black corded powerline, high above,
 electric connections in 2 hearts, skip a beat, over the distance.}

. three .

{looking out for the bloodline thrumming with redredlife,

 your touches hold  me and your pulse makes this real.}

let's get naked

this isn't art;
this is profound truth.
and when you strip my words,
peel back each metaphor and simile,
and oxymoron and adjective,
look at each individual letter,
bared and curvy&dots,
there's just one profound truth.

i love you, you dork.
. you're just too fucking proud to strip my words back and see it .

love&time conspiracy

          an ever-hungry mouth, like a demon-child, swallows up golden sodium chloride grains,
          that flow through cool glass curves,
          time runs.

          greedy fingers reach up for the fireworks sometimes, as they light up the face of a thousand lost souls,
          thrown into the darkness again, when the stars and moon are blown out like candles,
          love runs.

          through our veins and our smiles and our hearts.
          this is it.

memento

she writes your story in 

lifeb l o o d,

and keeps you real,
in a cacophony of
empty fiction.

ceasefire romance

his heart b e a t s
a new brand of morse code,
hope in times of war;
you are mine.

i've spent my whole life,
in the dark,
trying to find this.

divine retribution

seraph blades,
slice at your heart;

hope hurts.

mindclipse

everything is eclipsed,

by the brilliant blue of your eyes

and the symmetric smirk of your mouth.

so i wander the world in greys,
monochrome memories and,
ashen aspirations.

you're so close,
you can count,
each ebony eyelash,
and make wishes,
as your breath fans my face softly.


wish, wish, wish,
for me.

(god knows, i wish for you with every part of me,

not just my,

eyes.)

we're all just coloured chalk,

particles and atoms and shades of rainbows,

and a freeze-frame of the bright bursting bubble,

and the head-tilt capturing the precise angle of refraction in sunrays,

we crumble into dust,

at the smallest bit of pressure.

you're no romeo

they paint you and me as

star cross'd lovers

sagittarius and aries are a match made in

heaven

and i'm more penelope

than juliet

loveleaks

she touches you softly,
softly over stressed, stretched skin;
no soul will spill,
seep into your skin,
from the grooves of her fingertips.

it's hard for her, not loving you.
it's easier to lie and say she doesn't.

pour ma belle.

i curl up to sleep,

in the dimple of your cheek,

home is written in your smiles.

i don't mind waking up anywhere,

as long as you're next to me.