he is a wildfire,
untamed and raging.
he smells like the earth
after skies have cried
for months on end,
and he smiles
like the sunshine
that follows.
he has grown flowers
in the darkest parts
of my mind,
and made universes
collide so tragically
they're almost
as beautiful
as him.
eternity envies
all the stars
that reside
in his eyes,
and planets
can't help
but blush
at the colors
they melt into
as the sun
rises and falls.
drops of moonlit sadness
pour from
my tear ducts,
and thunderstorms
find their way
onto my tongue,
until i become
so electrified
that the back
of my throat
burns,
like the liquor
i became
so acquainted with
when jealousy
got the best of me.
he is best friends
with the wind,
his touch as gentle
and his voice as sweet,
water strives
to be
as pure as him
in any form.
leaves that sprout
on the greenest trees
cannot compare
to the natural shine
in his soul,
stained only
by the blood
from his broken heart,
the pieces
no one wanted
to sew
back together
for him,
but instead
tried to love
what was left.
he could not
have been loved
so feverishly
before me,
because he could not
have been
so undeniably there,
so undeniably whole,
when half of him
was missing
in the hands
of others,
and in the lies
they speak.
YOU ARE READING
this ones for you
Poetryoh, you know who you are ♕ all my poetry, give credit if used !! disclaimer: i do not self harm and am in no way romanticizing it, depression, or any other mental disorder mentioned. they are horrible mental diseases no fun to fall victim to. trigg...
