you carry stardust in the palm of your hand

“tell me about yourself.”

“& i could eat your name for days”

“…and when I’ll show my wounds to the stars, I’ll be dead.”

“I dare you to burn holes into me; I will bleed love and kindness from all of them, and you will drown in the things you tried to end in me.”

“the sun is up as I lay my head, but dark hours watch as I sit with a stiff spine, further than upright. this body, this corpse, they mock. this hour goes by, waits for the next with sadness as if the thing will never come. when it does, I mourn the previous. with a different position on the clock, I am brought gasps for air and clutches at my throat. my thoughts escape through my mouth. becoming nothing more than a vessel and carrying unbearable weight in my hands, I am ugly desire– for that of which is unattainable. I am a vessel for the bitter end– seeing the bitter end as a twisted image of peace, but the minutes do not let up. I no longer know impossibility.”

“Eternal whispers, glooms, the birth, life, death Of unseen flowers in heavy peacefulness;”

“Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.”

“the affair i keep having with words will prevent me from loving a breathing soul.”

“‘how do you wash your hands so, old divinity?’ ‘with fire, with fire, little lover’”

“…the grief / is stuck inside me, a poisoned apple / that won’t go up or down.”