─ 𖤐. 𝚅𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙰 ✰ ࿐໋₊ ˚₊·

(the stars are beautiful to watch,
          always flickering and flitting in
          the sky’s playground. they never
          stay in one place, though, and i’m
          often left trying to find the one i’m
          looking for, hoping that i might reach
          it one day. that it would let me close.
          but those are stars, aren’t they? you
          never catch one until they fall.
          
          -mira.)
          

i love you too <3

i like to think that if i close my eyes,
          i wouldn’t have to see a world in which
          dog eats dog and man devours man. 
          that if i turn my gaze to the love between romeo and juliet,
          i would quite forget they were bested by death. 
          
          but, alas, i think if i close my eyes 
          some invisible enemy would take a swing at me
          while my back is still turned. 
          and i would be left to fall alone 
          as consequence for envisioning rose colours amongst. expanses of utter obscurity. 
          
          with the spectacles i have carefully crafted over 
          my saddened, tired, glassy eyes,
          i imagine autumn as a warm expanse for change and 
          acceptance. i never did realise that the colours disguised
          the sweet-scented sickness and death of all the leaves,
          resigned to awaiting their death as one befalls the other. 
          
          utter naïveté. my eyes close in ignorance at the merciless
          cruelty of all on earth - their sweet lies and sugary
          smiles of venom each overtaking the other in thirst for 
          equally sweet blood. what a fool i am, i think, for assuming
          falsely that the intentions of man always lead to skies of 
          good and all that is pure.
          
          
          
          
          

Omg your nightwing pfp>>

two years today. 
          i miss you and love you loads.

tears cloud her 
          forlorn eyes, and she 
          smiles to subside the 
          unspoken pain. she traipses 
          through life silently and 
          sweetly, dancing the dance
           that morphs into 
          the waltz of life. 
          
          -m
          
          
          •| p.s. yes, i am aware
          i am reusing my loca-
          tions as poems. i’ll be 
          back with more soon!

even the snowflakes 
          envied her warmth. 
          she kindled and tended the fires 
          that the breeze loved to 
          roar out, for even if she was 
          burned by the flames, she sought to 
          bring others light. just as fires burn, they 
          ensure all life.

theme !! ❤️

i can almost touch
          your smile if i stand
          on my toes, 
          
          i can paint my 
          mind with the
          hues your tousled
          hair knows. 
          
          i can navigate
          an ocean through
          your honey-colored
          eyes, 
          
          i may get lost, 
          but i won’t mind if 
          the boats capsize. 
          
          i can hear you laugh
          over the most trivial
          things, 
          
          i can feel your passion
          grow with each light 
          the morning brings. 
          
          i can hear your coughs
          worsen gradually overtime,
          
          i can feel your heart 
          pound as stairs get 
          hard to climb. 
          
          i can watch your hair
          discolour and grow
          rough and coarse, 
          
          i know that you can’t
          smile without adding 
          some extra force. 
          
          i can hear you telling 
          me that you’ll be 
          remembered and famed,
          
          i know that you were
          scared of being a portrait
          without a frame. 
          
          i know i told you that 
          we were both bombs, 
          
          others getting hurt 
          for the fates written
          on our palms. 
          
          i never thought that
          a bomb can lose,
          
          but i guess that’s why
          its shell shatters too, 
          and mine’s already bruised.
          
          there’s small forevers in 
          a forever, and a story can 
          end midway, 
          
          its up to us to write a sequel,
          so those who couldn’t make
          it get their ‘somedays.’ 
          
          i can tell you that, A, that
          when my bomb’s close,
          
          i can then touch your smile,
          without standing on my toes. 
          

to say goodbye
          to your stilled gaze
          was like telling sweet
          mary that her lamb 
          was no more and 
          her goodbyes would
          be for naught. i miss
          you since you left but
          i hope that they would 
          find all the strength 
          to carry on when you 
          could not anymore.