delicate black lashes graze my fingertips as i turn
to capture the wonder in his star-studded eyes
“what do you feel?”
he breathes and i smile at his
curious little question
“tell me, please,” he sings a whisper
(does he want to feel it too?)
i wish i could tell you:
how it feels to be blinded
become one with the dream that i cannot bear to touch right in front of me
how i hear the universe breathe
a wistful serenade for you and i as we lie beneath its velveteen skies
how i long for a taste of your soul
as the layers to your broken, bleeding heart unfurl for me to touch naked. bare. vulnerable
“what do i feel?”
i am enchanted by a Miracle
“nothing. nothing at all.”
i dream you are out there – some/where
floating in the ether as lost as i but towards me you’d wander
we’d find each other by the tips of our
starkissed fingers and the universe would shatter the Gods would weep
i would touch your broken pieces
cut myself on the rough edges of your pure, glimmering soul i would bleed, my love for you, i would
for if to have you, i must dream
dream i shall enough to fill this wanting little heart enough to hope to see
you will return
you will come home to me and i will wait
for our forever.
and i break as i watch you weave magic in your careless, unfiltered way that sinful mouth parts and out tumble your tales and i wish that i could show you that you’re more than your mistakes
you still can’t see, can you?
how i’m fighting to sit still and not trace your imperfections with the tips of my trembling lips.
you can’t see –
how i’m doing everything in my power to not fall deeper into your laugh or into the kindness in the pools of your chocolate eyes
you can’t see.
but: i do.
then one day
you turn with this catch in your breath that stills my own heart and you ask me, eyes wide, “what does love look like?” (i break a little more) and shrug “if only i knew”
oh, but i do, my darling:
it looks like you.
this is all i ask for.
I’m that flower you see on the rim of a raging volcano
Blossoming where you’d wither
So darling, don’t you think I’m weak
I’m a warrior cloaked in your fantasy
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
too often we find ourselves treading a path
one that puts us in the same place as everyone else in this
broken, mess of a world
and when we try to break the mould, we find ourselves falling back into this
that humanity has built to justify the means to an end
that society thinks is right
i don’t, and (maybe) you don’t either
and that’s perfectly okay. to not be like the rest of them
rather than be a face in this plastic mass of orphaned identities
choose to be you
so don’t let yourself be corrupted and shaped into what they want you to become
be what you were born to be
wherever that may take you.