Anything to describe me, will be incomplete

I only know that

the way in which we lay

against each other

When the days are brighter

and

every once in a while

they'd come down

and feed us little pieces

meanwhile

they plastered pictures of ambrosia everywhere

they wove it in our clothing

it was in the stones and every step we took

the glittering of sun on water

and in the forbidden apple

When they came down

they put the ambrosia in our mouths

we bled bled bled

our red mortal blood stained our teeth

and curved our lips in a smile

as our eyes glazed over and started to glow gold

They made us addicted

and it tasted like hope

like fucking hope

The rest of the month we'd be starving

and the world around us was glowing in the Gods' favour

They brought us

begging on our knees

for mercy

for more

And when they laughed

and laugh they did

a little bit

just as small as a snowflake

a piece

of ambrosia

flew down from heavens

Before my eyes glazed over and happiness lulled my body to sleep

tears clouded my sight

as I stuck out my tongue

For a flight moment, you thought he might have been yours.

He's not made to fit and you'd have jammed him crammed like not fitting puzzle piece.

as when I burned

He's not good

Neither is he bad

He's not soft

And not hard

Not a man

Not a boy

He's got the crackling of thunderstorms

And the calmth of the eye

He's pouring rain

And the warmth of the fire after

But on Christmas eve

in the light of a million stars

He turned to me

Eyes wide

arms open

and grinning

The grey in his eyes turning silver

All that shone

shone in his favour

So did I

for this evening

in the light of peace

I decide to trust

to accept

the twinkling challenge

I wanted to ask

But the question seemed so human

in the light of the day

his face is pointing in all the wrong directions

He's cold to touch

blistering your skin

His eyes are freezing

and stunning all the same

This boy--- this man

he's ice impersonated

though rosen lips would fool you

and a breath making clouds and reaching dreams

He's trouble

but only for the soft spots in his heart

where iceflowers bloom

and icicles pierce skin

This man is lost in the cold

he knows

any warmth

and that's where she went wrong

because for all the media depicts

is fireworks are erupting and glorious

surely they feel the same as the sight they make

but they don't

for the days after New Year's Eve

are filled with numb fingers

blown eyes

and lost parts

So she got her firework kiss

and it did blew her mind

for her lips tingled

But days after

she nursed her wounds to scars

and ironically

the bruises resembled the colourful explosions

Torn apart

she knew not how to put herself together

For all that fireworks shine

it's in the darkness left behind

that

there was darkness

soothing my eyes

caressing my tired limbs

°

After light

there was darkness

enveloping me close

easing me to sleep

°

And they tell you

how eyes would go blind

Limbs would shake

And fear would conquer

°

But

Isn't it the light

you should be afraid of?

°

Bright flares

shooting like daggers

Warmth making you dizzy

and fata morgana takes you to your sweetest dreams

only to leave you