the tug and flow of breath in our lungs
balance of life and death, the universe swirling around us
and we are beautiful, we are beautiful
as the pulsating of our minds as one reaching
into the abyss of the space between the galaxies
ethereal fingers pulling at the edge of heaven
with eyes half-closed. and i don't want to lie
but the words on your lips threatens to erase all my truths
sleepwalking over stained glass, shards of what we've seen.
and i don't want to be alive, no, not if i can't find what it means
and in all the world your words are the first to reach me here
whispering against the frigid space under my ear
cold enough to burn against the surface of the sun
you trail your fingers along the bruises on my skin
and as i watch the moon grow dim, you look away and
take hold of my conscious and twirl me through
the stars. and it's salty and sweet, though your aftertaste
leaves me wishing for a sensation i can't describe,
as vague as the universe itself. and i can't stand being alive
without you by my side. i don't want to lie, but i have to
goodbye, my love, there's nothing i can do,
see, i swore i'd never fall in love with you,
and the smoke in the air tells me i've run out of time
so i whisper to the rising moon, i'll never love anyone
like i love you
Oh my goodness. I did not think I would be writing this. But here I am, and the little number on my profile says 200, and I am completely stunned.
First of all, there are so many people I want to thank that I honestly cannot name them all. I would hate to leave any of you wonderful, beautiful authors and artists and poets out, so I am not going to say any names in particular. But I am talking to YOU, you, the person reading this RIGHT NOW--thank you. Thank you for seeing me and reading my words and understanding me just the tiniest bit. It's a big deal, when someone decides that you're worthy of being heard--and each one of you has heard me. I cannot say how much I love each and every one of you, from the people who followed that young girl five months ago, as summer began, to the people who saw me just today and clicked that sea-foam green button. You all hold a special place in my heart.
When I came to write the world, I was not very good with words. I only wrote poems in the dark, when no one was around to see me. I longed for someone to read my work, to tell me that maybe I did have something there, on the page. You all have given me so much confidence and helped me grow immeasurably. I cannot tell you how much appreciation, love, and gratefulness I feel towards each and every one of you.
So thank you. Thank you so, so much. Happy writing, to you all <333