Where the monsters go to bed

not in the silence

of the words

left unsaid

nor in the nights

you lay alone in bed.

My soul remains

tied to yours,

my heart’s red string,

flickers

once more

a whispered spell

leaves my lips

binding you closer

heart

to heart

so we would

never part

With the intensity

of a thousand suns.

You are my moon

and all my stars

even

the gods

are jealous

of the fairytale

my love.

For the memories

we carry

within

will never

be lost

for however long

eternity

in our memories.

Woven

in the years

spent together -

a spell

to you,

my evergreen.

I could write stories,

symphonies,

epics —

and still

they would

die

in your

spent in your arms

were the ones

where my being

finally

of forever

was

never

into the aether

that one day

we

will be

whole

a piece of me—

the edges

head first

into

an ocean,

tides crashing,

emotions

running deep,

with roots

refusing

to let go

until everything

burns down

and nothing

were my

sanctuary—

the quiet

in the storm,

until you became

for you

to read the texts

pouring out

why did you promise

the sun

if we could have soared