your hand rested on my bare skin; ice lightning flew from your fingertips. from the first day our forest eyes locked, you conjured a storm inside me, and by now it had become a hurricane, tearing away everything in its path until my heart was ripped to shreds. I felt oceans rise inside me. I felt meteoric collisions occur in the depths of my soul, attempting wildly to break or cause friction. (scientists say energy cannot be created, but your Effect on me begs to differ). this love is a queen forced to wear a cutting crown of thorns. and at that touch, oh god, the hurricane roared, and i shattered like a rose.
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to the stars who listen: poetry
Poetrya collection of poetry from a human heart to a human star. © 2016, lauren (images used are not mine unless stated otherwise, credits to original owners)
