your dainty syllables dribble out

rejuvenation seeps through every pore

elevating above the horizons

my bashful heart soars

with the plush touch of your soft skin

the love coursing within my veins roars 

i ponder the sentiments akin

to the radiating comfort embedded in your core

i surrender to my nerves' wish

sewing its neat curve as if it were seldom a chore

It's been a while,

Having felt your presence.

Months have gone by,

But oh! what I'd give,

To have you here one more time.

It's been wild,

It's been hopeless.

I just want to apologise,

For thinking we had time -

Time to live - time together.

BleedingVeins

I love you, but you already know that. 

Our time together is soon to be cut short, and you know that as well. 

Who knew the apocalypse would be so peaceful, so quiet? Like dust settling upon a mantelpiece, a moth beating its wing against a window, we all die. 

Well, you all die. You, my dearest love, and our friends and your family. 

The afterlife, whatever it is like, will be your new home, and I hope it is warm and cozy and inviting, just the way you like it, and I hope there is a corner just for you where the light is just perfect for sketching and there is always a hot cup of peppermint tea waiting for you. 

I hope death is every bit as pleasant as a human could hope. And perhaps years from now, beings from another world shall land upon a desolate, deserted Earth to find a robot who learned to feel and hurt and love, but try as it might, could never learn to die. The robot will tell them the story of humanity, especially of one particularly beautiful human, who liked to sketch and drink hot cups of peppermint tea. 

Pure hearts have seen

Parts of the world

That ruin their innocence.

And slowly, they mould

Into the same evil,

Having let the world takeover.

BleedingVeins

Wrap her with your body.

Weave your fingers in her

Dainty tresses.

Kiss her bones,

Nibble at her neck.

Clasp her ribs in your arms.

Whisper tenderness

Into her bejewelled ears.

BleedingVeins

A ginger voice soft

My mind goes to autumn leaves

And the wind that brings them down

Falling on shoulders

Freckles that I can count

And navigate like constellations

The cosmos are in her eyes

An endless dare

Calling for exploration

An endless pursuit

Mine aren't the first dreams

To be gathered there

Lost and broken

Home left behind

To the north

Ursa Minor upon her lips

The bear

The ladle

That I can fill and drink

From the tail of her voice

That comes

Gingerly

You see the train wreck before the train wreck sees itself.

She collapsed into a hospital room and left me reeling

with a stranger's heart to imprint under my sleeve.

A heart I never knew, only felt broken waves of pain from.

I felt obligated to hold responsibility in my hands,

whisper sorry in its feathered dove ears.

And I swore off trains, pledged

a lonely life of walking

but you see new locomotive headlights and an open boxcar

and you can't help but jump back on,

Potential derailings be damned.

Look at her eyes,

The brown pools of emptiness.

Notice the hollow,

Of her addictive smile.

The heart she placed in your hands,

Is surely whole,

But feel the cracks down the side.

All she needs is your warmth,

The heat that will melt her together.

BleedingVeins

There is a void within me

That can never be whole.

I carry too many cracks

Deep within me where blood

Seeped in as I cut myself

On a jagged piece of my heart.

I am not okay.