Yeven

I have built, deep in my heart, a chapel filled with you.

She walked in moonlight, with flowers in her hair, with eyes made of glass and lips of stardust. She walked in shadow, the light was not pure enough for her touch  or the taste of her skin. She was a mortal goddess, walking the earth she had helped create, the mortals undeserving of even the ghost of her breath. She was made of moonlight, of flowers and stardust. She was a friend of the shadows, an enemy of the light, for she was pure in a way it would never be. She was a goddess among mortals, and nothing could dull her shine.

She’s flying across the twinkling stars the fires of her heart warming the sky. Her body is gone, but her love remains. She is the light that cannot die. Even if the world turns to darkness the glow of her soul could conquer it all. But let her heavy heart rest for it has been burning for far too long.

it’s when he kisses you that you almost choke out, i’m in love with you. but when you gasp for air, what comes out is, i’m a monster. ( you don’t say it, but you know that he sees it in your eyes. ) he presses his lips to your chest, where your heart is supposed to be, and you understand he means, we’re all monsters in the end. somehow, to you, that sounds like, i’m in love with you too. ( and for once you let yourself believe that you are infinite. )

I kissed her and forgot death.

Pull her close— look deep in the soul of her eyes and let her know that you’re honored to even exist in her dimension. Let her know that her existence was a mere existent of every piece of energy you ever felt. Remind her that your light shines just a little brighter when she’s around. Tell her you’re in love with every paradox that told you a being like her didn’t exist. The type of magic that a touch feels like a kiss without even being in the vicinity of her epitome. To the point her conscious elevates your humility because you have nothing to prove. Let her know you miss her presence as if the ocean elevated to heaven. Look and her and say—Heaven. Make that image so vulnerable yet value that when she looks at you she feels like heaven.