a gut-wrenching love twists at the core of my stomach and I
butcher the thought of you with fingers like daggers but I
can't seem to erase you from the recurring reveries that haunt
me each day, make me glow with an infinite light unfathomable by my eyes of
antipathy - still, I thirst for this enamoring like hibiscus tea on summer evenings but
still I hiss at the pride trying to crawl down my throat, (call it a deadly allergy)
I am not used to the sensation, the absolute horrid tingling of my nerves once the distance
gets to be mind-shattering, once I pick all the daisies from these fields I've harvested to hand them to the air you were
last breathing in. oh, how long has it been? where have you gone? I've got your daisies please
accept them, I will accept your soul of jasmine and we will
do backflips into the sky of violet trepidation as long as our frail bones of mortality
last in this millennia and past the rapture, we will fashion our garden of eden along the
threading of galaxies beyond the lengths our limbs of marble may ever reach.
-
a/n: hm, I miss someone..it's not a nice feeling. anyway, I hope you're well, pls take care of yourself xx
