corrupted; devoured

how to be a ghost in your own skin: watch the one you love slowly forget about you, until you are no more than a distant memory

wave goodbye to the fading faces in the foggy car windows the ones who promise to write you twice a week at least they'll forget, of course, but you know they don't mean to wave goodbye to the squeaky swings and the tree you fell from when you were six, maybe seven you haven't visited either in years but in this moment they're more important than anything else there's no time to stop, though, so you draw them on the window instead wave goodbye to the sunset hours spent in neon-lit fast food restaurants with the friends you knew best (and the ones you didn't really know, too) you don't think you took these times for granted, but maybe you didn't enjoy them as much as you should have you don't want your sunsets to be spent alone now, and you wonder when the next time you can all get together will be wave goodbye to the friends you won't see again, they let you go even before you left their absence will sting and you'll wonder why they disappeared, where they could have gone but the remembering is sweeter than they were, and that's easy to forget wave goodbye to the little creek you visited when you felt like breaking apart no matter where you go it will keep on flowing, just like you will, somehow on your desk at home is a stone from its bank, and you wish now that you'd brought it, but there's no turning around wave goodbye to the days you spent here, and the nights you wished you were anywhere else you didn't know, then, that really leaving would be so hard but maybe that's why you have to your once-home disappears behind you, and it's a place you know you'll always carry with you in some way you wave goodbye, and there is silence

It is cold and empty, standing here in the depths of your heart.

"In the end we all beg." "For mercy?" "Retribution."

do the stars fall the same as we do?

did they tell you why love burns us? -how could they?

I, too, have wept for the spaces between stars.

Q: what is the sound of mortality? A: a softly whispered, 'I love you.'

eternities catch within my throat

carve your soul into the page; the bleeding of your heart is poetry

I drag my chain of gilded crowns, the weight splinters my bones

[...] she lays down in centuries, her fingers twined in days and moments.

“I found you dressed in webs of silver / I saw the moon around us shine / I took an arrow from my quiver / and pierced your heart so it could be mine. //”

“I’d given you my soul, so you gave me the sea. // What I wanted was your soul, but it didn’t belong to me.”

“Darling, what are you to me? / but as the wind is to the sea / kissing waves and rushing tides / the tears of a thousand eyes / you the crest and I the chill / close, but not touching still. //”