Sleep avoids me once more.
Poetry, however, does not.
Never let them tell you that
It is wrong to sit alone in the dark.
Never let them take this
Section of you
So they can consume it.
You are not made to be consumed.
You are made to fall in love
And it will destroy you.
Every cell of your being will be screaming:
"Stop making me love you,
Stop making me love you,
Stop making me love you."
And with every part of your body going in opposite directions
Your soul will resist.
It will hold you together,
With hands made of stardust,
Fingertips made from suns,
You will refuse
To have anything less than this person.
Your soul will whisper that the words
You
And
I
Do not rhyme.
And yet they sound perfect together.
Like a symphony made just for this little piece of forever
That you have been given to keep.
You must not force it to stay.
Their name may one day make you drink until you forget your own,
Until your blood turns into alcohol toxic enough to suit your love.
You will try to kill parts of yourself to keep them alive,
Like an organ donor with no limit,
You will become an open house for them.
They will come and they will leave.
But if you are lucky.
They will come inside and close the door behind them,
Remembering not to lock it just in case you
Yourself feel the need to vacate your own heart.
They should be okay with this
And
If you are lucky you will find someone whose
Single touch
Can calm your tormented soul.
And they will sit with you
In the dark.
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PoetryContradictions are my addiction, Let me carve into your ribs the words that my lips fail to form, I refuse to be anything but greyscale, scrubbing the colour from my skin to feel a sense of belonging within this vibrant world. Too much, Not enoug...
