#literally dark

Show me your comfort place, where you yell into the void. Kiss my forehead and hold my hands brush your lips on my palms , on the back of them. Look me into the eyes and smile like you never had before, drive me to an extent where passion collides, write to me, play with my hair while reciting your favorite poem, argue upon tiniest of things, debate over and over and sweep me off my feet.

Don’t say you’re fine. Every lie amplifies its siren’s call. 

Play music. The soft sort. The sort that sounds like lullabies and freedom, maybe a pinch of adrenaline. 

Work. Anything is enough to plug your ears, dull the dark’s edge. 

Lie. It’ll amplify it, but we’re all masochists here, aren’t we?

Punch something. A wall, maybe. The blood looks like eyes. The pain feels like teeth. 

Don’t say you’re fine. Fine doesn’t mean a damn anymore, anyways. It’s a cop out, a run out, a blindfold.

Close your eyes. 

Close your ears. 

We creep up on extinction

I pull your arms right in

I weep and say goodnight love

while my organs pack it in

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway, I go weak

I don't mean no harm

I just miss you on my arm

Wedding bells were just alarms

Caution tape around my heart

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens all the time