you are my hurricane,
you tear me apart
like a leaf on the wind.
go ahead;
destroy me,
obliterate me,
only so I can learn to put myself
back together again,
in the wake of your fury.
my dear, annihilation never felt this good / e.r
I feel the thrumming of stardust
coursing through your veins
as your pulse beats against mine,
see the galaxies amidst your eyes
and the moon-glow of your skin
in the dark light of night.
I see the constellations
drawn upon your back in freckles
tracing the lines with my fingertips
from Orion to Andromeda;
and when you smile
oh when you smile,
it feels like staring straight into the sun
my love, if stars could be people, you would shine the brightest of them all / e.r
oh sweetheart,
our story may have been a tragedy;
but wasn’t it worth it
in the end?i’d rather have died
knowing that you were mine,
and i yours.
knowing the feel of your skin
against my own,
knowing the curve of your smile
and the sound of your voice,
knowing the way your body
fit against mine
like it was designed for my touch.
knowing the way you thought;
the way you breathed,
the way you lived,
(the way you loved).oh god,
i’d have sooner endured
a thousand deaths,
and accosted the devil himself
with a smile upon my face
and your name on my tongue,
than never have known you at all.
my dear, there was no sweeter pain than loving you / e.r
he looked at you like you held
the goddamn stars in your hands,
you know?
but you were blind to his love;
because you thought he was the sun,
and sometimes, staring too hard burned.
oh sweetheart, you can’t love a sun once it’s dead (it doesn’t love back) / e.r
the stars started falling,
and as the world burned
they called out to the sea;
"darling, we have come home".
from one celestial infinity to the next / e.r
he once had a future,
but they tore that from shaking hands
like cruel gods,
laughing at his whispered prayers,
mocking his broken pleas for absolution
as he sobbed into darkness.
they took a hold of his mind and pulled,
until he forgot the sound of his name
on his own tongue;
and if he ripped out his heart
he would find it blackened and numb -
(they made him forget what it was to love).
they burnt his humanity down to the ground
and made him watch in silent horror
while they danced in the ashes of its death,
twisting him into something new,
something inhuman.
something harsh and vicious and cruel,
like metal upon flesh.
and even now,
with stitches in his heart
and a fire in his soul,
he sometimes wishes for that darkness once more;
death would be more welcoming
than the memories of this life.
perhaps some boys are born for tragedy / e.r
darling, you are an angel.not the kind you see in the echoes of religion,
with pure white feathers
and a glowing halo.
no - you are an angel as they were meant to be.your wings were clipped long ago,
and they burst from your skin covered in blood,
plumes dripping scarlet as your back is bathed in ichor
a smile upon your lips and teeth stained red.your eyes, they are cruel,
and within them shine a thousand galaxies
so bright they could kill a man,
or bring an entire army to its knees
with just a glance.your fingertips crackle with power
of untold possibilities,
your entire being trembling in its own might
as those beneath you cower in fear
at your glory and wrath.darling, you are an angel,
and angels were never meant to be pure.
now let the world feel your fury / e.r
she has a fire in her veins
that burns as hot as the sun;
it destroys everything she touches
in a beautiful blaze of power,
leaving only black cinder in her wake.
and oh god, it would be a privilege just to be set alight by her skin / e.r