You paint me a story with words,
For I shall ravish you nonetheless,
And then I found a way
Without the limitations
You paint me a story with words,
A snow flake, stuck on a lash, she cradled my face and blew.
With it, floated, the thoughts I carried, buried, hidden, always visible.
Her hands, a slight breeze of every fruit in every forest, reached the nape of my back clenching a fistful of hair.
Memorising my every feature. Her eyes demanded my attention.
I wouldn’t dare give in.
Look at me she whispered, so close to my ear, her breath, so warm, too warm, my blood raged, my heart gave in.
My lids rested upon my sight, so scarred, so terrified.
I wouldn’t look her in the eye.
Because if i did, she would see, all of me, and I loved her too much to turn her into a masochist.
I fear the touch that unravels me, I fear the home I found buried in every inhale I took around her. I fear the skin, a touch a way, too far to kiss. I fear her hands, on my throat, wrecking me. I fear the shiver in my veins. I fear the kiss, she blew, on lips, so hungry to have finally breathed.
With my eyes still shut, I saw her, ripping away, my every veil.
Her hands slid and fled. Waiting for mine, to bring them home.
I was undone, broken into particles of her, as she wore me like a ring.
Her tongue, painted pictures of black and blue, as it roamed every inch of myself I ever knew.
There and then, my body, became her canvas. An armed field she took pleasure in disarming. I tried, to hide the scars, but in truth, much of my flesh, told a story of a survived encounter.
She drew, with that tongue a sketch of my every wound.
Inhaling my every sense, she took even the memories away.
In a moment that seemed to pause every aspect of space and time, I was sculpted, I was created.
We made art, that night, with my eyes shut.
She brought to life a masterpiece, unravelling, in me, everything she ever dared to fear.
(We talked in whispered words
You compare them all to her.
They’re never as pretty, never as beautiful, never as sweet, as the tip of her tongue.
They can never be, as lovely as her smile, or as heartbreaking as her eyes.
Their souls will never cure you like hers, their smile won’t ever fix your frown like hers does.
They can never be, as evil as her, as darkly twisted, or as stubborn as your she.
You’ll always compare them all to her.
You’ll compare how one simple word from her, can break your day or make it.
You won’t help but notice, no one ever loves you like she does. She understands the right way to love you, the only way that crumbles you, like no other being ever will.
You look at her, and she stills you.
The sight of her, fixes you.
And then you know, that as long as she walks this earth, you won’t ever be truly, and undoubtedly happily with any other person.
You’ll see it, in her eyes, that she believes you were created to fit her.
No one ever will compare to that look of hers that catches your breath so deeply you need to look away.
And when you’re happy, you notice a sad smile on her face, you notice a sudden peck on the cheek, that explains a million words that say in silence how, all she wants is for that happiness to last, with or without her, all she cares about is that intoxicating sight of you laughing.
You heard once, that, those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words .. she is everything you’ve ever read and believed about love, starting with that.
No one else will try as perfectly as she, to maintain that intoxication.
She’s the friend of all friends, the shoulder, the calming presence.
She’s the mother when you need one, even if you don’t even know it.
She’s the lover that shatters you, destroys you only to fix you up her way.
She touches places in you, you thought you lost a long time ago.
She awakens your senses in so many ways that your blood boils at the sight of her lips untouched by yours.
She refused to be forgotten, so she made herself last in every corner of you.
She’s the one challenge that you won’t and never want to win over.
She’s a mystery and only she, sees that as the most beautiful compliment she’s ever bared.
And when you feel her, withdrawing into herself, fading a world away from you, you pull her back,
she’s another half of you you always denied existed.
She makes you feel all you feel, anyway you want to feel it, and she won’t ever judge.
To change you is a crime in her book. Even the darkest shades of you, she embraces. And you can’t help but compare, how no one else ever does.
She takes you the way you are, makes you into what you’re meant to be.
You’ll compare them all to her, the one you let slip away.
She’ll compare them all to you, the one she ran away from.
last night she faked a seizure
last night they took her to the coldest ER room in existence
last night she confided in her doctor that it was all in pretense
last night she prayed for salvation
because last night,
was the very last straw.
you see, she’s hanging by a thread
so thin you can almost breathe it loose
so last night she gambled her life away
and last night she played dead
only to remind the living
to appreciate her and maintain her little thread of life.
last night she deceived
at dinner, in public, she played the role of her life.
a dying woman fighting for the one that barely lives.