pause

                             in between all these dramatic...pauses.
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safe to say, you never do.
how can you, when you don't even know,
what i'm stopping for?

it's not healthy, being broken

there are some days where i'm sh a tt e r ed, completely wrecked,
but more often than not, i'm just                          t                                 e
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and it seems like i've been waiting ohso long for someone, anyonepleasepleasepleasehearmeseemeloveme
to [pickup] the pi e ce s
because god knows
i can't do it myself, anymore.

impatient child

when you'll let me,

i'll kiss you with my mouth,

whispering all these little confessions,

to the secret places between your teeth.

(iloveyouneedyouwon'teverletyougo)

until then, i'll just blow a frustrated breath,

across my fringe and it'll part perfectly,

showing the whole world where your hands

should be.

highway to heaven

streetlights hang down and try to grace your skin,
with their warm, honey light-embrace;
you're a long way from home tonight,
and all roads lead back to, back to me.

stumble into white cotton sheets with me,
our steps are heavy with sleep and lust,
a flurry of tongues and limbs,
and all roads lead back to, back to this.

come home, come home

once upon a time,
i took the stars from my eyes,
joined them with yours,
and kept them in a silver
heart-shaped locket around my neck,

i used this chain to find my way back,
to you, to you, to you,
torn, tired trainers trailing
across the vast night sky;
empty as stars and moons,
shy from your smile
you are home, always.

sleep, per chance to dream

my joints creak open like a bedroom door,
they invite you in,
you're never here, where i need you to be.

i wonder if i can just s t o p,
but there's a promise written
between the lines of your hands,
they will never stop haunting me,
my white cotton sheets rip in my grip,
and i dream like smoke,
you twist and turn and dance
around my consciousness.

i could use some sleep tonight.

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 .

fall apart

there are stars and galaxies and  diamonds falling apart in my dreams,
i dream of your eyes as they look at mine,
there are stars and galaxies and diamonds falling apart in your eyes,

words and imagery and wishes and inspiration kept in a shoebox,
of old, yellowing envelopes and scented violet napkins,
drip, dripping, dropping out through the corners of thirsty sahara eyes,
waterfalls from my pillow to make an ocean underneath my bed,
to match your eyes.

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.

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.)

gaps between my hands

so, number one,
what to call you?
we could have some fun.

so, number two,
what to call you?
it could be just me and you.

so, number three,
what to call you?
i know you wanna be with me.

so, number four,
what to call you?
come meet me on the dance floor.

so, number five,
what to call you?
i can show you what it feels like to be alive.

don't bother to linger,
get in line,
'cos i'm waiting for the right finger,
to loop around mine.

for bethany. i love you, wife.
now, stop mentally cheating on me, kthankxbai.

vintage love

"please don't leave me alone..."

"i promise i won't ever leave you alone"

the sentence that echoes through everyone's mind--like a thousand voices that drown you in solitude as you huddle within yourself by yourself.

the sentence that echoes through your mind when you see them, an endless mantra because, goddamnit, you believe in nothing -- nothing -- but them,

our hearts are like g l a s s

chipped antiques stacked on dusty shelves,

no one wants.

written with thedreamer, who is awesome but - sadly - not dreamy. ;D

love you.

(kind of)

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

i love you therefore, i am.

i'm there; pressing at the moans trapped,
between your vertebrae.
i'm there; curling in your spine, dormant,
your immunity fades,
and i am there;

under your skin.

the whole universe is there in your eyes,
and i am but a star.
a bright, burning, brilliant star.
your star.
and i can wait for
aeons.