"Just

"Just

Tell me

The truth.

I promise

I won't

get

upset."

It is a lie, of course.

But everyone wants

The truth,

Until they have it.

As it is always so much more gruesome,

Than one could have imagined.

I do not blame you

For becoming angry

For the truth is an infuriating thing.

~reflections on the gentle falsehoods that have never turned me away and the untruths that have always made room for me to believe when I had no where else to go

I cannot remember your touch

Just its silhouette

Its shadow

Its ghost

Outlined in wisps of fading fumes.

All I know is that I

Miss it.

That it made me

feel

At peace

Alive

Like I was there

Something.

I know it was soft and warm and

Fleeting.

A momentary flame

That devoured me gently.

I did not know

Then

That I should have memorized

The way your flickering fingers

Wrapped around mine,

Until the heat seeped into my

Kidling skeleton and

I ignited.

Or the

Pattern your breath traced

Across my skin

When our laughter collided,

The birthing of a hundred stars

But now

The memories sail further

And further

Away

On a growing ocean of time

Between us

Dousing what little remains

Even the scent of smoke

Drifting away on the sea air

And I have never more

Desired to burn

The desperation to consume and

Be consumed

To Rage only to disintegrate

Until I am but ash

Cupped in your palms

~it would be a good way to go, love

Memories fall from the notebook

I expect them to flutter to the floor

But they tumble from the pages

Leaden with the past

And shatter upon the ground

~and i cut the soles of my feet on the unsaid, leave a trail of bloody footprints behind me that haunt anyone who crosses my path

You, a memory that was not mine to keep.

~But that does not stop me from trying to remember

(Inspired by The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue)

The sun tosses herself into the arms of the sea

His vast embrace, the only thing she has never felt too infinite for

She takes comfort in being swallowed whole for the night 

Savours the sensation of being devoured 

~ oh celestial love, even the sun longs to be encompassed sometimes, for it is no weakness to desire to be held. you are never too much for someone who cannot get enough of you.

There are no more skeletons in my closet than I have permitted to decompose there.

There are no more ghosts  in my shadow than I have given reason to haunt me.

~Excerpt from the Poem 'Annihilation'