We tear our skin off so that our souls are bare and when they touch it feels electric. I feel the pulse of my heart and I wonder if you feel it too; I swear it takes up the whole room.
Your hands are on me and I try my damnedest not to think of him. My eyes fight to stay locked onto yours so I don’t lose myself in dreams of the past I can’t seem to shake off. I don’t think you see it that way.
You tell me things so sweet it make my eyes water and I try so hard not to hear his voice. I know I can’t say them back. I know you know it, too.
I haven’t been able to understand why you accept so little.
We dance like lovers do and I breathe you in to the best of my ability. In, out. In a little deeper. Hold. Exhale. I pray this silent wish is granted.
Side by side we lay, our limbs intertwined and mixed like they were meant to be that way. We look like an art piece and I think it looks a little sad. I wonder if you see it, too. But I don’t ask.
I could never pry my lips open wide enough to make anything in my mind a reality. I ignore the beat of my heart and try to get lost in yours.
I sink into you and I’m so glad you pull me closer. I empty my lungs in a desperate attempt to let myself be pulled so far in I melt into your skin, into your bones, into your life. I want to let you breathe for me because I can only seem to find toxicity every time I open my mouth.
When your eyes close and your breathing evens out, I whisper my love for you until my throat runs dry. Maybe if I say it enough it’ll find it’s way into reality. Maybe if I wish hard enough, it’ll come true.
I love you I love you I love you.
Sometimes it feel likes a stone arch, one that you would find in the ruins of some old place. There’s something so beautiful and yet so sad about it. You press your hand to it and try to breathe in the life that used to be there.
I’m sure that when others say they have an old soul they don’t mean one that was born into the world already in ruins. Or so easily able to be crumbled. Like it has already weathered from time that had yet to even touch it. Yet sometimes it feels like an ancient stone arch. Or maybe pieces of one.
I’m not a landmark that everyone wants to see, to wish they had been apart of or had seen in it’s glory. In the midst of everything, a few wandering glances might catch sight of me and see beauty from the wreckage, but mostly I’m an overlooked, rundown, nothing-great.
The stories found here aren’t so wondrous. They aren’t magical and they don’t take you to some far-off place.
The stories found here are as plain as stone and maybe just as cold. Don’t forget to wear your jacket and tread carefully. Don’t slip on any cracks.
she whispers to me
in the silence of the night,
her voice sounds like
the weight of the world
wrapped in satin
one of those rare instances came
and she let my arms
cradle around her
and through her soft skin
I could feel her hidden,
fragile soul quiver
she holds her head so high
and stands so tall,
untouchable in her strength
but I live for the shadows
her rigid cracks
where our souls collide
Your soul calls to mine like a lost friend. I wade in eternity to find you, but somehow it all falls from my hands.
You are the ghost of my past, present, and future. But only ever a ghost. Never a reality, though my soul so craves it, just as it hears yours calling to it.
As though bound in chains, it struggles and wails at the top of its lungs. It stretches itself until it is nothing but a thin line, weak and almost immobile. Every time it curls back into itself it knows it will never give up, and once again, it plunges against the binds and tries with all its might to find you somewhere in the darkness.
Wherever you go, no matter how far away, I will never stop trying. I just hope you’re calling for me, too.
Maybe if our voices collide there will an explosion like an atom bomb, and our souls will be able to finally, connect.
Until then, I will scream my throat raw and voice hoarse.
Somewhere, somehow, I will reach you.