later that night i wrote you a song with the beats of your heart to tell you they're the reason i'm still alive, for they bump my body with a new purpose and step on the rusty death i daily strive. and the more time passes the more i realize, that song is what my ears have been looking for my entire life.
with my cherry flavored blood, i traced the details of your face on my paper thin skin, to remind you you'll always be safe and sound deep inside my soul, for you open my heavy eyes every morning and fill my senses up with pride and glow.
i had no idea how a work of art so beautiful could end up loving a disaster like me. but somehow, you were here – your fingers in my hair and my head on your chest, while i drifted off into my world of dreams to the sound of your ethereal breathing.
and i love you. i love you with every fiber in my body. i love you way more than the sea loves the shore; for it always comes back to it even after a storm. i love you even more than the sun loves the moon – note that the sun's love was deeper than anyone could understand, because, as they say, he chose to die every night just to let her breathe. but my love remains deeper, and my heart stays aching for the sound of your laugh – that laugh that could put my demons to sleep and awaken my dead angels in a heartbeat.
you were a song and i was a poem, and we molded perfectly into something that sounded like art and felt like paradise. people everywhere couldn't keep their eyes off of us; we combined everything their minds could fantasize, but they weren't us. no one was us... no one was you.
you had a whole other world coursing through your veins, and a constellation of diamonds so bright lying on your lashes. no painting could compare to your beauty, you were out of every masterpiece's leauge.
i'm sorry this isn't as poetic as the stories authors would spill on their books, but nothing too poetic is ever real. and what we have is too clear to conceal.
all i can say is that i never know what i'm doing, nor what to say, but one thing i'm certain of is i love you forever and a day.
YOU ARE READING
as quiet as a fire
Poetryyou have my heart and mind in your hands now. i hope you have a safe trip. but read at your own risk, i can't promise you'll come out alive.
