#jonathanfiarchild

1. For the longest time I thought I could determine what love is the way they do in movies. That to be in love would be to fill pages of lined paper with your name strung in hearts between the letters of my own. I thought love was simple, unassuming, hidden between the pages of a notebook. But loving you is wanting to paint in the sky. To write with fire. Love is wanting to scream your name and raise you a monument. 2. Do you remember the Nike of Samothrace? At the Louvre she has her own towering alcove at the end of a flight of stairs. I’ve seen the photos: imagined the feeling of climbing, each step leading to something profound and unmatched, and at the top she awaits like some crowning jewel, 8 feet in victory. You are that feeling. 3. You are composed of all my favorite contradictions. You’re honeyed iced tea and peppermint lemonade in the summer and long sleeved sweaters and hot coffee. You’re the mountain cradles tucked inland and the wine-dark sea in the winter. 4. I exist to be your broken hourglass. I’m not sure if the sand is escaping through the cracks or stuck in a standstill. Regardless, I’m having trouble keeping the time. 5. How sweet it is to be loved. So why darling do you taste of ashes?

There is something untraceable in our veins, Champagne-blooded teenagers chain smoking, Ashes to ashes, drowning the taste from our mouths, With cold coffee on Sunday mornings. Each of us rendered so light, just impressions, Painstakingly drawn out in small brush strokes Just another figure in play on the canvas We fought each other with whispered promises, With kisses and teeth at each other’s throats, We grew up on legends, thinking that we could Become them someday. We just wanted To be remembered. The electric youth with Smiles like knives in the dark. Had a penchant For falling in love with strangers and Forming alliances against our better judgment Played pretend at loving other people for the sake Of clawing our way to the top. You and I were meant To topple empires. We’re the instruments of the collapse. Nothing we love is meant to last.

tyaenesand ---> jakeabele

The rain once reminded me of someone I loved, I love him still, flaws and all, but love decays, And when the rain falls, now it reminds me of you, Because this isn’t the love of romance Which was sweet & tender, rotting foul like flowers picked from the earth to wilt in the summer days I want the entire world for you, Sweet darling, oh my brother This is the love of family. Cold and constant. It is hard to be wise beyond your years and always know Their smiles will always be exactly the way we remember them, And it was bittersweet but it feels like rubbing salt in the wound, I know because I’ve woken up before and realized That I’ve changed myself beyond recognition In someone else’s name, we will learn from this Because I love you like cold iron embraces, Wipe imaginary tears from our faces, we’re doing okay, Summer ends but winter will stay, our cold is eternal We do not forget sterile kisses of steel cut to the bone, But my arms are healing, and yours will too And in this moment, I could not love you more than I already do.

book recs: Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas, The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey, Reboot by Amy Tintera, The Darkest Minds by Alexandra Bracken, The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater, and Pushing The Limits by Katie McGarry (idek if you've read these or not i'm just listing books i love)

They told us that we were something of the winter That the glacial season marked where we were together On the cliff edge of death, our beginning Was meant to be our end, inked into black trees, Twisting sickly limbs into the cold, we were too late They tell me I'm wasting time looking at you Like you're already gone. That we've never mattered Because we are already part of a tint-type photograph past You and I built something that wasn't meant to last And you have always reminded me of Paris In the cold; your eyes somewhere between the Shaded snow blue skies and grey ice on the pavement Your hair the exact shade of sunlight curling around the clouds We stood at the beginning of everything And we were promised that we'd come back one day Because these aren't the last words that we have to say To each other And you have always been my wintertide ocean Icy-warm to the core; so deep a blue you were fathomless And you have been pouring salt down my throat for as long As I can remember, your eyes somewhere between the Abyss and the sea-stained driftwood that ships were built of Your hair the exact shade of midnight spilling inkdrops on the horizon We stood on the edge of tomorrow Because we were promised that we'd reach this day Where I'd finally be able to say all the things that didn't fit Into a month together They told us that what we have here is short-lived Brittly meant to break with the first cold-snap But we are summer children, born and raised In the never ending haze of lengthening days They told us winter would be the end and all things turn to rust, But like we read in the stories we engraved into legends on our hearts Winter will never come for the likes of us.