you breathe 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”
‘what a Dreamer,’ they scoff, throwing the word my way upon seeing the distance in my starry-eyed gaze. i pay no mind to their condescending tones, their earthly ways – no.
i lift my eyes and / trace the edges of the velvet sky / i touch the stars with my finger tips and * bring the sparkle to my lips * so my words may shine the light of a thousand suns and it burns me ( till i am nothing but a shadow of what i used to be )
i glimmer, i dazzle, i thrive.
so faraway from the world from the souls that tethered me to a lie of what i am, of what i should be when i could be
They were created for Greatness.
The divinity of mankind sheltered in their goodness
Every singular thought, each flowing emotion rooted from purity and good intention.
Yet Darkness descends upon those that were promised the Light
and Pandora’s box opened to fulfil the temptations of the night.
Insecurity was planted in their hearts,
the one seed of all evil they’d unknowingly sought.
And as they fought and plundered for all that was left,
the scent of tainted blood filled their unprotected nest.
The cradle broke
and fell to temptation
Mankind’s greatest cursed
to eternal damnation.
Time and time again, they chased the light
with inklings of goodness that gave way in the fight.
Until Time could not bear
to see their transgressions
and collapsed on the whole of mankind
on their corrupted self-obsessions.
The blood-mist cleared
to the bodies of the condemned
where Darkness had swayed Time itself
for the purest of good men