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This love scrapes across my nerves, digging crooked fingers into flesh so that - even in stillness I ache.

I tripped over your memory today It haunts the ground I walk on I found myself falling into open arms Remembered your voice as it called my name I walked into a wall today Pressed my nose against the glass I remember revolving doors And how you stopped one in its tracks I fell down the stairs today And nearly twisted my left knee And I remember how all the times you loved me You never saw me hurt I paced around my room today Remembering our first phone call My voice still shaking, I couldn’t sleep Small things like that may never change I found myself a gift today Remembering how little you gave me And how so little mea

when we're together dusk is containable; the moon in my palms and the stars on your ceiling. we lull the city to sleep with our theories of life; my tongue curling into speech. do you remember, when Jupiter was a silver wick, lighting its countless moons? that night, you balanced a cigarette off your lips, and I watched the vermillion flame burn life as a newborn sun; stars forming, planets moulding and constellations snaked above our eyes. i imagined what it would be like to be curled inside the embers – creator and destroyer of worlds, so close to your lips.

i. sleepwalking with stars like bulletwounds, tonight is for wandering and loving people I’ve never met. I have a hole in my heart for the boy on my bus who balances the world on his chin as he sleeps. I’m drawn to a sunshine girl leaking beams every time she opens her mouth to smile. and still, I follow a boy who walks across clouds; I want to ask him to send me up like a balloon. ii. ways I need to be loved: a hand heavy on my hip to remind me gravity is more than an ideal, a soft kiss to bring me back from other galaxies, a calm whisper when I’ve run out of words but the silence is too much, iii. I’m severe

 i. the day you left, your cobweb dress clung to you in ways that i would dream about for years, in hot, fevered nights when the moon thought it might burst in the sky, and even the wind wailed your name. ii. i remember how you called make-up war paint, and you drew it across your face like a message i could never decipher; i remember how i got goosebumps when i heard your heels clicking across the floor at 3am when you finally got home and slipped into bed; i remember longing for you with every fiber of my being, feeling separate from you even when our clothes lay on the floor and your fingernails dug into my shoulders and your toes curled

 she swallowed the darkness like it was medicine and didn’t stop until she knew it had turned to poison in her veins. all she wanted was her skinny heart to shudder to a halt and her blackberry blood to stop teasing her from under the pseudoprotection of her skin but poison doesn’t always work the way you want it to. sometimes, like the wishes that a genie grants from behind his grinning mask, poison likes to trick you into thinking you have control until you’re too far gone to realize or too far gone to care so her skinny heart never stopped, but her bones began screaming under her skin and cobwebs wove themselves in fron

 the moon drizzles through the clouds. i've been thinking of you. sometimes during a storm, i imagine that the electricity snapping through the air is your touch; that the rain splattering on the roof is your fingers, tapping impatiently; that the petrichor-infused wind is your perfume, your breath and i walk, letting the water kiss my eyelashes, caress my collarbone, tug on my clothes i let the wind give me goosebumps and fill up my lungs with the smell of you, my nowhere boy my shadow boy the boy with constellation freckles and sensitive veins, who would swallow a star just to feel its fire. it's been storming a lot, la

 i have your ribcage, you said. what should i put in it? i told you i'd always wanted a fire, the kind that would fill my eyes with starlight and pump my blood full of passion, but you're made of wildflowers, you said. a fire would burn you to ash. you wanted to fill my chest with the sound of a train, whistling far away in the night; with the sound of rain smacking leaves; with the sound the wind makes when it seems like it's trying to speak and you wanted to throw in the smell of midnight in august and the feeling of sand being sucked out from under your feet when the ocean inhales, and the strange little moment of bitter

The day you love me, My wilting heart will revive once more. The moon's gentle glow will kiss my skin just like it did the night I met you. I'll feel as if I'm floating, Because I've been longing for you all this time. The day you love me, Roses will bloom in the darkest of places. The trees will speak and tell the tales of their lives. I'll turn on my side and continue sleeping tonight, Because I can only dream of your love.

Sleep and breathe and dream, sweetheart, while the essence of us drifts like a wispy cloud among the stars; We are as flitting stardust - playful in the blued light of the moon, evoking her name in the shape of our faces and the lunar timbre of our voices~ We love like the planets do: seldom crossing paths until, at the end of time, we collide and shatter the universe itself in our heat; We are star-crossed lovers with moon dust in our hair and starlight in our blood, inky midnights dancing in our eyes; As we stare at each other, it's as if galaxies spiral faster in those twin darknesses; We can make or break the world, love - if only you wo