lanternmaker

i; without.

you think i am simple. i enjoy the way you see me as a beautiful, docile force of love. nothing more, no ulterior motives or thoughts. i am enamored with the way you watch me candy my apples and know that there is no poison inside, and you eat with me to enjoy the simple pleasures that are sugar and good company.

i'd burn alexandria all over again just to read you once

a sharp knife you are, merciful in the way you pierce me; and, oh, how i love to bleed on you.

you're my wings and tail in a world of waters

everything you say feels like a love letter.

i stare out of this contraption humming, bullet speeds for hours down manmade roadways, staring and staring in a numb sort of rhythm as my brain shakes and fogs against the rattling window. and i dream, dream of you and your words, dream of sitting down in those far-off trees that seem so removed from the knowable world. i want to sit in this boundary with you, close to each other and far from existence. i wish to indulge in your immortal being.

am i crying happy tears in the hotel bathroom? maybe, possibly, in some lifetime where im not so dehydrated

you are terrifying, and the fear keeps my blood pumping through my veins.