*"until your history's no mystery to me" is from "without you without them" :)
here's a sappy love poem just for shits and giggles LMAO i wrote this last night after listening to "without you without them" and "not strong enough" by boygenius which is a great queer band that makes me want to cry sometimes highly recommend <3
this is also loosely inspired by achilles and patroclus bc they're the very definition of aching souls and yearning <33
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i want to clutch the strings of destiny,
twist and pull the gold cords,
braiding our fates together
like how i weave your loose brown curls
into messy plaits
that come loose when we kiss
down by the lake
when the night drapes itself over us
and the earth cradles us in her ancient hands.
we are the last and the first people on earth.
your eyes fall on me and it's like i am being cut open and sewn back together and i am revealed and discovered and deemed a wonder—
in just one moment with you i have lived a hundred lives.
i fall apart in your hands
when you say that my soul is a jar of fireflies
and i want to tell you
that yours is the ocean all bright and brutal and illuminated by all the stars that have dived from the heavens just for you
and the depths are no mystery to me.
i can only breathe when i am drowning in you.
i can't speak these words into the thin, silky air,
the quiet that rests between us is almost reverent, almost holy, almost divine, always sacred,
sweet as serendipity.
i kiss your hand and say, "i love you" and somehow that's enough.
you know those three words
belong to you like your own name
ever since they left my lips and painted yours a swollen red
(your smile against my skin is like feeling my heart beating outside of my body,
how can my soul be sleeping on your cupid's bow?)
every time we say "i love you"
it feels like our own language
and no one has said anything like this
in history
and no one will ever love like us
when our bones thrum deep in the ground
and our souls are two halves of one star
lost, and trying to find each other
in a constellation
that keeps us apart—
our supernova
when our souls touch
would break the universe
(while
everything
is
in
pieces,
we'll be whole amidst the chaos)
YOU ARE READING
for the tarnished hearts
Poesíapoetry for the hearts tarnished by love or the sudden death of it. for the hearts that find a soft lullaby in the pages when raw hope is not enough to put the worries to sleep. for the hearts that bleed ink to paint the chalky roses of life red with...
