I want to collapse into your flesh
Need to light my way with the sparks I find in your eyes
Missing the solace once shown in the covers you now hide under
Ways are lost in the absence of light
Identities struggle when paths are obscured
I can only be what I currently am or what I’m meant to be
Can’t bend to your will or hold back my own floods
Can’t envision with all my cloudy sight
Please to find the maps as I struggle in the circles of my lost
↳ “I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.”
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
At once, lightened by the shrugging of convention
Yet heavy with realizations of connection
Teased by shapes & hunted by monsters
Difficult in release whilest clinging
Scars at digits with intention afoot
Navigation to footloose steered off course
Dreams unpublished & so much unspoken
Silence deafens to the detriment of us all
Vision sacrificed for an empty expectation
I strive only to support mottos
You may wallow in the myths of your choosing