#darknesssetsmefree

You spoke to the moon of your plagues.

The days always return to night.

Spring has returned and the Earth has warmed.

Between the Winter Solstice

Maybe all I have ever needed

The stars lean down every night Just to press their lips against your skin And I can’t help but simply lay here Hoping that in time, I can do the same If I close my eyes for a brief moment You’ll slip right through my fingertips I’m just so lost in my own misery And you couldn’t possibly manage to find me If but only within each of our dreams My therapist claims that I am a tragedy Constantly recalling the way You took me by a storm Only to leave just as quickly She calls every day to remind me of those pills Poisoned medication forced against my will And I’d play hooky if I weren’t so caught up Just wishing for your voice on the other line The blue hue of my eyes, now a faded grey Not that it really changes anything But I feel like it’s seeping into my bloodstream Modifying my perception of reality My sense of mental stability And I wonder if I was every really sane at all The sun still rises at dawn Continues to settle beneath the horizon In the late evenings when I’m coming home But it just isn’t the same without you anymore The silence you’ve left behind is deafening This house, no longer filled with your laughter Or your warmth, or the sense of security Or even hope, for that matter I guess that’s why I keep trying I keep mailing out those silly letters Not that you will ever read them I suppose I just like to think you will It's easier to accept that you won't reply Than it is to accept the fact that you're gone The thought of it brings a tear to my eye I don’t really lay upon that bed anymore Numerous comforters and blankets Collecting dust of the fading memories Though they still reside untouched Precisely the way you left them Because I can’t even imagine attempting To sleep without you intertwined with me Drowning in love beneath those satin sheets It’s growing old, you know The restless nights spent staring at my hands Studying the crevices between each digit Where your own once were These thoughts are steadily consuming me But when I think of you, I don’t feel so alone And I still scream your name when I cry So if you hear me next time Send a postcard Something along the lines of, “I’m fine” Scribbled on the back of the place I long to be The location of the man who never set me free Because you were everything to me

When you discover someone who makes you feel as if you are far more than this body that holds you hostage, you will presume it is far too perfect to be true. He will tell you everything you’ve ever wanted to hear. He will speak in dramatic tongues of how beautiful you are when you wake in the late evening, and how he adores the gentleness in your breath as you sleep. He will patiently await your next statement, hanging onto every word you say because he has become addicted to this Poison know as you. He will find new ways every day to leave your core quivering beneath his palm, desperately awaiting more of his touch, which never cieses to be both gentle and rough in the same instance. He will sink into the tub behind you when you’re attempting to relax after a long, stressful day only to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his masculine frame, just as he does when you lay at his side in the night. He will brush the hair from your face and wipe away every tear that falls from your mesmerizing eyes, because he will never be able to grow accustomed to seeing you cry. He’s going to listen to your chaotic ramblings when you’re caught up recollecting the past and all of its many disasters, because he hasn’t ever found a sound he adored more than your voice. He will show your selfies to all of his friends, never growing tired of seeing that bright smile of yours when you finally manage to call at midnight. You’ll find that even after your countless explanations of the fear he may leave, that he never stops reassuring you every time. He will grow silent at times, lost in a sea of his thoughts, but you need not worry, because he will remind you constantly about how you never leave his thoughts. He will buy your favourite scent of candle and snag a special treat before coming home to you, cautious when picking his gift because he knows how you’ve never been fond of ordinary things. You see, someday you’re going to find someone who makes you feel alive again. Someone who would swim across the oceans and tread through the most dangerous climates, just to hold you in person for a brief moment before you leave for work.