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Me and @marissa-meow.
The greatest thing that amazes me is:
I was writing about you before I even knew you.
Once upon a time I dreamed about having a person. Someone that not only understands me, but loves every inch that they get to know. Someone that excites me and opens my eyes. Someone that emphasizes a relationship based on love and acceptance. Someone that teaches me something new every day. Someone that truly captivates me.
You make me see teal. Aquamarine.
You create kaleidoscopes that fragment my vision and design outbursts of chromatic hues that seem to be meant for my psyche only. I don’t want to let go. I don’t know how. I crave to absorb the iridescence of your thoughts.
You make me see red. Scarlet.
My blood boils and my body throbs for your touch. I love you. I love you and lust after you and I feel it so deeply, so passionately. It almost hurts sometimes. You are my hurricane.
You make me see gold. The sun.
I harbor hope now and seem to be dancing towards the light more often lately. You are a reservoir of happiness that shines on everybody you come in contact with and it is exquisite. You are an artist and every time you create a masterpiece, liquid gold violins play in my head.
You make me see blue. Navy.
You are the night sky, the infinite, omniscient drape that imprisons the stars. You are a tormented soul… dark and beautiful and endlessly fascinating and you seize handfuls of radiant auras and rearrange them into pictures that somehow make sense.
“My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations” and you create a chaotic stream of consciousness that I am still trying to categorize.
When I ask you to, you clear my head of all insecurities, doubts, fears and leave it perfectly still. Peace.
Your magic is the alchemy behind my eyes changing. Your spells are the serene surrender that lure me to sleep.
The odds of us finding each other are unbelievably slim.
Here we are.
And I get the privilege of gazing at your perfect face. Your kind, symmetrical, empathetic, stunning face.
Your lips make my heart race and your heart holds mine hostage.
This new chapter feels like the most familiar thing in the world.
My soul knew you.
We were born for such a time as this.
Anytime you want to know how I truly feel, just plug in.
I am tired, but I am happy. My life is inconsistent, but it seems to always be in my favor. I am stressed, I am in love, I am exhausted. Got a poem for that?
THE ANSWER IS BLUEBERRIES AND ALL OF THE ABOVE Sometimes we try to pull our ears off and sometimes we pull off our clothes instead and I can’t say which I prefer though I have an idea you have an idea that we have the same idea and sometimes there is nothing better than knowing that what ends doesn’t really end if you remember hard enough and I remember everything so hard it hurts it hurts my head and it hurts my beating heart but I love how hurt feels because I can remember much more how good naked feels. I love this so much more than any of you can comprehend.
I’m so full; still curious.
If you were to ask me how I was doing, I would tell you that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.
He is my sunshine, and you are my moonlight.
Magic for an hour. Ecstasy for a moment. You are the ever-expanding blip on my radar and I didn’t expect you to become so engulfing. You have been thrown over the edge and now your maturity and selfishness are on overdrive as you try to claw your way out.
You know what you want. And you’re not going to stop until you get it.
Let’s push pause on the world and discover each other. Use our lips and our fingertips to roam every inch of flesh, every scar, every freckle, every bump. I’m ravenous and your lips taste like the sweetest dishonesty; and maybe I want to live a lie for a little bit; and maybe being around you in the middle of the night makes time stand still. When the world is asleep, our demons come out and I think they play real well with each other.
I’m goin in for the kill.
I have a sort of selcouth yugen written in my DNA.
I’m always wondering,
I can rarely sit still because I want more than anything
to just be a part of something.
A part of everything.
I want to stick my fingers in everyone’s pie
and know that I’ve been everywhere and back.
And when I sit outside and look at the stars,
the moon huge and luminous,
I am reminded of how small I am.
How insignificantly tiny my existence is.
I am aware of the fact that I am just a lot of nothing,
a little bit of everything.
It’s an unusual, bittersweet feeling.
Overwhelming, but humbling.
I am honored.
I know I could die any second.
But in a way, I am infinite.
We were flames
And you are smoke
Beautiful, but slipping through my fingertips.
And now we’re just ash
Remains of something contagious
Although it never got the momentum of a wildfire.
You never allowed it to.
We were the light in the darkness
Teasing the sunset
And tip-toeing on dangerous ground.
You engulfed me.
I allowed you to.
I tried to set everything of yours on fire
Dance around my personal act of arson,
But all I did was singe my fingertips.
Three quarters of a thumb print left,
And with soot covered eyes
And a half broken heart,
The only direction of choice is forward.
No more being the light.
I need to find the light.
You’ve allowed me to.