It’s funny how what I don’t have now I wanted to not want, until I believed my mind that I quenched the fire; but who can derail desire? Advertisements
Why does lightning feel more beautiful when looking away? The night, more appealing until the last breath of day? Are our feelings only real because we remember? Is it love or defeat each time we surrender?
Not the jagged cliffs Nor the crashing waves Or even the depth of the blue. Not the living Neither the death Can stop me from jumping, Only you.
If we must
to limit the lies
we tell ourselves,
and kill all hope
or burn in hell,
I don’t like it when my heart constricts
And my breathing shallows
As shards of glass form in my throat.
But I must know
If you are happy
Or if your death
We were a destined tragedy
Like man’s fall to sin.
Such a beautiful serpent
Who wouldn’t give in?
Have you ever met yourself in someone’s eyes
Seen your joy in all their smiles?
Then felt the warmth as it left your soul
Because it will never be your hands they hold.
That is a thunderstorm of the heart.
Lest you fall victim to your fears
wake up to find your love has disappeared
lean on a shoulder that isn’t really there,
Be the mist in my morning
The dew to start my day:
An unquestionable necessity
In the lightest possible way.