Erelah

I see you in places you've never inhabited ~ march poetry prompt by @lettersfrrompersephone on Instagram

-The Invisible life of Addie Larue

-Ash

And kiss me slow..

The things he says undo me. They pierce the heavily guarded wall and slither right into the core of my heart. They fill every nook and corner inside me with feelings. Uninvited, unrelenting, but strangely relieving. My soul wants to claw out of my skin to touch his. I want to tie our fates together, with a red string myself, because destiny is never kind to us. The stars keep laughing. The Universe always keeps us separated. The distance mocks us. Our time apart is atrocious. Tormenting. But he comes back. Always. like a ritual. Like I'm a prayer his soul can't stop whispering. Definitely not fate but a conscious choice. And crawling back to each other, it feels like homecoming. The almost confessions. The quiet yearning. The bond between us never breaks; it just bends and stretches into a new shape. Love was supposed to be a sweet little feeling. But falling for him showed me that it's the most excruciating thing I've ever experienced. Love was supposed to bring out the softest parts of me. But it has only made me stronger. So, so much stronger that now, I will bend the will of the Universe itself. I'll rewrite the stars. I'll break into a thousand little pieces and scatter myself across the ocean. Only to reach him. Oh, God. Just to reach him.

If this is love, let it break me again. Let it shatter me into pieces. In pieces, I find my life worth living. In echoes of what once was, still breathing. If this is love, let it ruin me completely. Let it bruise my skin with scars. These scars I would wear like badges of devotion. Etched deep where your fingers once carved. If this is love, let it consume me. Let it have my body, my mind, my soul. For what good a love is, if it doesn't crack you right open and swallow you whole. If this is love, let it be the reason of my damnation. Let it make me fall from grace. Let it be my religion, my undoing, let it be my eternal disgrace. If the thing between us is love, let it make me believe in every promise of yours, that probably is fake. In every touch, every feeling that leaves destruction in its wake. Let it make me feel like you want me, even if you never stay. Giving me a taste of eternity, you know i'll crave. Let this love heal me, every time you walk away. Let it prepare me to walk into our beautiful tarnation, in all my prime, yet again. And if this is love, let it wreck me, let it burn me, let it cut me up and bleed me dry. Because pain is the price I will pay once more, if it means, even for a moment,that you are mine.

How do people live in the moment? How do you let the feeling of happiness wash all over you, without being afraid of the future? How do you know that you deserve to be happy?