half of me are the stars in a night sky, the other half is filled with sunsets.

somewhere in a box in my home there are film negatives holding your alter ego, a form glowing in the dark: the reverse of your likeness made into chemicals and plastic, an emulsion of sunlight and gold, and this is how I get to keep you—in a parallel universe, I get to keep you.

I am tombs,
graves of lost
souls and girls
abandoned by
violent existences

the girl with wild heart restless soul and eyes full of stories yet to unfold

The moon watches in silent sorrow,
casting a haunting glow upon the scene.
Each tear that falls becomes a star, shining brightly in the lonely dream.

In the ruins of our broken fairytale,
the shards of glass glint like fallen stars,
echoes of laughter now drowned in sorrow, a love once bright now veiled in shadow.

the physical distance has never mattered, I’ve learned. proximity makes no difference and my blood feels just as luminol-drenched whether I’m here or there. close, distant; a lake, an ocean; a beach, a mountain—the pang remains, I miss you all the same.

you’re still just as far.

A dull, ungainly collection of wounds and consequences.

being held must be nice

the war we call love

The first sprig of jasmine
cut from the garden
and I’m suddenly by the sea
about to dive in

and it’s summer

just
a calculated
mistake of the
mind

Hellos are a flutter of wings and a flurry of possibilities; goodbyes are heavy and hollow, deep ocean trenches that gather final moments and sweep them away in monstrous, invisible currents.

In the velvet silence of the night,
I'll dream of you writing your name upon my lips,
a delicate dance of ink and skin,
a secret shared only by the moonlight.

The dreams are dangerous
heavy and insistent
like the air before a storm

autumn caresses
the melancholy,
soothes the sadness
into softer, quieter
moods of fall

The intricacies and symphony of synchronicity.

so ancient and sacred
that ivy crawls up her spine,
altars weep without her blood,
demons kneel under her gaze,
civilizations crumble as she falls at His feet

The small hours are where you can find me.