Little Dust Particle

kiss me like you know we are going to die soon— kill me with your mouth

i’m in love with someone who is more in love with my sadness than with me carrying the ocean within my lungs, drowning in my own body

i’ll paint the sky with the colours of your eyes i’ll paint the flowers in the rose of your cheeks press your lips to mine and exhale your wishes into me

your half smile reminds me of the crescent moon i would watch on the lonely nights of missing you

it’s that sinking feeling of being alone and it’s the way it makes you scream and pulls the skin off your bones

i’ll paint the sky with the colours of your eyes i’ll paint the flowers in the rose of your cheeks press your lips to mine and exhale your wishes into me

i am the nightmare that you dream when you’re in the deepest sleep i am the fairy tale that you read but don’t believe

please stop loving me when i want to begin to fade away completely and dissolve into nothing

press your lips to mine and exhale your wishes into me press your lips to mine and exhale your wishes into me

They say without a pulse you are dead—

with no heartbeat, when your body is pale and cold.

Though most have not put their head upon my chest

or pressed their fingers against my wrist.

“I can't find your heart,” he whispered to me,

his breath licking my neck.

I told him, “it does not exist my love.”

“What do you mean little girl?” His eyes,

a mix between confusion and fear,

and I pulled him back to me, back against my chest

“come close,”

hesitation,

then I felt his head and his hair

“What do you hear?”

“A sort of hum and a slight whir—a buzz”

“I am not hollow—those are moths, my love.”

curiosity abiding we flew from forest to forest pretending to remember but prepared for nothing hello, old neighbor remember when our fingers wrapped around the branches and we felt the sky breathe?

Miss Allocation, aching for more, Face pressed against the glass ceiling Waiting for the drop-dead, Dropping death down amongst the few living left Braking for more Stamping her foot down to stop But nothing even slows Nothing ever grows in this damn garden You've salted this earth With my vinegar tears And peppered it with your sharp words Does it taste good to you yet?  Taking more And more  And more Breaking for more My heart is breaking and i can't give anymore

once upon a time, I didn't think of it as being locked in a tower fast asleep never let down your hair and once upon a time, I didn't believe in fire-breathing dragons or wicked stepsisters or curses on entire families but once upon a time, my hair wasn't quite so long this tower seemed a whole lot shorter, then once upon a time, I didn't need to leave glass calling cards left "just so" on his front steps once upon a time, "true love's first kiss" was a joke and you told me to just kiss every frog in the land and maybe I'd find Prince Good Enough but once upon a time, a long time ago, you tried to tell them you were more than just a silly frog in knight's armor so maybe this time, I'll let down my hair

"Oh really?" delete. "And then what happened?" delete. "Hm, tell me more." delete. "I don't get it." delete. "I love you more than life itself." delete. "And then what happened?"

little dust particle that's me me too (only visible in bright light) blow me away and i'll land on your blinds forever i am everywhere around you even though you can't see me it's only a matter of time before you breathe me in and only a matter of time before i make you sneeze and with that sneeze i leave you, to drift in the air again, maybe forever while you sleep i will watch tiny little dust particles visit you in your dreams until i disappear in the silent sky of blue and i will hope that as they drift off, they will visit you, too because from dust we came and to dust we shall return and when we return to dust, we can finally drift together forever no pacific wind or gloomy breeze strong enough to stop us from reaching the atmosphere and maybe we'll even get a taste of outer space, if we're lucky we are infinite amounts of cosmic dust be insignificant forever with me so translucent and fragile you will always be drifting on moonlight, floating on exhalations