aries: ‘you are always new. the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.’ – john keats
taurus:‘though guns may roar and cannon boom, roses are born and gardens bloom’ – angela morgan
gemini:‘she felt like the moon: terrified of the sky, but completely in love with the way it held the stars’ – robert m drake
cancer:‘but my heart it is brighter than all of the many stars in the sky’ – edgar allan poe
leo:‘never drift towards the shores of ordinary’ – robert m drake
virgo:‘my love for you is more athletic than a verb’ – sylvia plath
libra:‘in the flush of love’s light, we dare be brave and suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be.’ – maya angelou
scorpio:‘she was a phantom of delight’ – william wordsworth
sagittarius:‘it is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and, baffled, get up and begin again’ – robert browning
capricorn:
‘I took my power in my hand and went against the world’ – emily dickinson
aquarius:‘the heart can think of no devotion greater than being shore to the ocean’ – robert frost
pisces: ‘I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees’ – pablo neruda
ANSWER yes. my wings decayed. i clutched at star systems to slow the fall and the burns still smoulder, faint shadows of feathers seared into bleeding skin. this is pain? i don’t like it. i want to go back. this aching… this is aching? why are my hands shaking?
dear adam,
my fists bite concrete like an apple, my knuckles are blood-stained and singing. my hands are confused. my hands are all turned around. they don’t know what to do when they’re not reaching for you.
dear adam,
if i dreamt you, does that mean we get to do what we do in my dreams? a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. a miracle of moving- nevermind.
dear adam,
god doesn’t know who you are, but he knows who i am, what i am, what this is. i am always asking, “please?” and i am always looking at you.
dear adam,
i get reckless when i think about your mouth. gas pedal, shift. your skin. gas pedal, shift. your throat. gas pedal, shift. your mouth. crash.
dear adam,
the secrets inside of me know your name.
dear adam,
i can build that ramp to the moon for you. let me take you somewhere where you can finally sleep. i can build a world for us, for you. i can build eveything but you loving me back.
aries: ‘you are always new. the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.’ – john keats
taurus:‘though guns may roar and cannon boom, roses are born and gardens bloom’ – angela morgan
gemini:‘she felt like the moon: terrified of the sky, but completely in love with the way it held the stars’ – robert m drake
cancer:‘but my heart it is brighter than all of the many stars in the sky’ – edgar allan poe
leo:‘never drift towards the shores of ordinary’ – robert m drake
virgo:‘my love for you is more athletic than a verb’ – sylvia plath
libra:‘in the flush of love’s light, we dare be brave and suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be.’ – maya angelou
scorpio:‘she was a phantom of delight’ – william wordsworth
sagittarius:‘it is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and, baffled, get up and begin again’ – robert browning
capricorn:
‘I took my power in my hand and went against the world’ – emily dickinson
aquarius:‘the heart can think of no devotion greater than being shore to the ocean’ – robert frost
pisces: ‘I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees’ – pablo neruda
achilles had known his whole life that he was destined for greatness / ‘aristos achaion’ they called him / the best of the greeks, made not with love / but glory / and the haunting ghost of war.
when you are told, from birth, how your life will unfold, you can’t help but seek out serendipity / the locking of eyes across a crowded room / that moment of free-fall is easily addictive.
achilles chased it across fields the colour of sunshine / and through waves / ocean salt like a second skin. even time could be quiet for moments like these / for a boy like this / unknown and unplanned.
achilles had known his whole life that he was destined for greatness / but he could never have guessed he’d be bound for this too / for a love he’d tear cities apart for, and die for / a love he’d wait more than a thousand years for.
he’s like slipping.
he’s like that 3:41AM slipping, sliding feeling
that comes from being too tired to sleep,
too scared of facing the monsters in your dreams.
he’s the last drag of a cigarette, the haze of the smoke.
he’s the slipping, sliding, falling feeling.
the need to be unconscious,
the fear of revisiting a nightmare.
he’s like, you know, that pit in your chest.
he’s like that 3:42AM cavity, the gap, the lack—
that’s what it is, it’s a lack, it’s an absence.
a missing part of your chest where your breath should be.
he’s all the trying failures, the heaving desperation
to have somethinganythingeverything to fill the space,
the whiskey, the nicotine, the poison.
he’s something like restlessness.
he’s like that 3:43AM tossing and turning,
the half-unconscious fighting for and against sleep.
like the itch of the covers and how many times can you flip this pillow,
how many positions are there for your arms before they start to tingle,
is it easier on your side or on your back,
don’tcloseyoureyesthat’swherethemonstersare.
he’s the itch you can’t scratch.
he’s along the lines of middle-of-the-night phone calls.
he’s like that 3:44AM buzz of your phone on the floor by your bed,
the scroll of his name across the screen.
he’s the whispered plea for a distraction,
the ican’tsleep, the iknowyoucan’teither.
he’s like the tilt in his own voice that results from
fear desperation restlessness. the need for sleep he won’t fulfill.
he’s the it’sokay you’ve never been used to hearing.
he’s like home.
he’s like that 3:45AM sinking into the mattress,
the hushing in your head that comes from feeling
right. he’s like the roof at midnight,
stars in the sky, cigarette between your fingers,
him at your side as an anchor.
he’s something safe, something warm, something—
home. he’s home.
he’s something like amazing // es (via lailadermctt)
you are a wildfire // you are born of your father’s fury, and your mother’s fear // your blood was made for roadmaps and vacant signs // your lungs have turned to smoke and lies // you are nothing.
but he is ice // he is made of sleepless nights and starless skies // he is unforgiving, tempered steel, the bite of blade against skin // he is toes dangling off edges // he is a dream // a desire // a damnation.
he is everything // and somehow, he builds something from nothing // you are not a wildfire // he is not ice // he is your home // you are his solid ground.
Nothing but My Aching Soul 