Nonsensical words that tug at one's heart
2007-10-12 - 8:08 p.m.
This blanket of love cloaks everything and paints it warm. These words don’t make sense, but the intent is all the same. I’ll drink your love in with the same straw I use to suck the stars into my own gazes when staring at you with affection that doesn’t die. My constellations form a circular pattern on your hipbones, where my lips leave a dashing trail of affections. You can’t see the cuts that I dug into the flesh years and years ago, but the intent was to destroy, but what I sought to destroy isn’t so evident anymore when I see the sun firing those eyes to blissful content. I won’t let this go because it’s everything I ever sought, whether beneath sheets of lies and malcontent or if it were in halls of misconception. The connection is irrevocable, and letting go is no longer an option. I’ve fused together my heart with yours, and it’s going to take more than a few stitches to tug this heart away from yours. Though the night sky has fallen in broken lampshades around us, it doesn’t mean the morning dawn isn’t going to wait up for us. We’ll stay up all night and throw around memories like they’re the glass baseballs we’ve been waiting for all night. You’re my rocking horse winner, but I won’t let the fever catch you, I won’t let the chase get you, I won’t let your eyes be swallowed by pools of blue, by pools of brown, because, baby, the green suits you much better than anything I ever invented. I’ll tell you these stories because everybody likes a fairy tale when they fall asleep at night. I’ll hold you in my arms, concave, until we collapse and no one knows that we’ve been dancing to the blues all night anyway. I’ll keep you warm at night, I’ll hold you in my hoodie sleeves and tell you jokes that we laugh at and rub noses to. I’ll keep you close so we can forget the boys who make us want to cry.
Me.