“I want you to love me like a dream come true.”

We danced through the graveyard and between the ruins for the dead and broken sang to our souls.

I’ll wish for your love even after the stars fall out of the sky.

Returning to you was wholly wrong like an angel seeking comfort in the arms of everlasting darkness.

I wanted our flower to bloom, even through the lightening storm.

Kissing you felt like poetry.

Stars sought sanctuary in the darkness between us.

Secrets secrets secrets so many but none with you.

I wish to pass like time to fall away like yesterdays.

I loose a piece of my heart when we’re apart.

It felt as if the sky would collapse into itself when she was near, a beautifully destructive chaotic thing.

My little sunflower god, even the stars worshiped you.

I hope, The storms you encounter are ones only of soft thunder and light rain.

I loved poetry the moment it turned my pain into something beautiful.

We are just broken things pretending to be whole.

And when we hurt someone whose hurt us, do we call it coping or cruelty?

It’s nameless, this feeling between you and me.