Not an artist.

If someone gave me a paintbrush and told 

me to paint my feelings onto a canvas,

i'd choose to paint the stars and the northern lights 

because I could never capture your smile the 

way you capture me and the stars are the 

closest thing to how bright you are

so don't burn out, not yet.

Ghost of you

Was i waiting for the whispers

echoes of your name rolling down starched lips

cracked, dried blood (i can feel you seeping 

into my pores) wedges in between

forcing them apart, but I was never really 

together anyway(?)

Dust motes are my only 

lovers at this time of night,

and you're fading.

Two different things.

You are like water and i am oil

.

Sometimes I would forget your existence

and instead chase after sober dreams, mere fragments

of thoughts and realities spun into a complex narrative

befitting for a true prince and princess of fairytales

.

we're forever apart

yet so perfectly together

Even if.

And even if forever was never,

i'd like to spend them in your arms,

even if forever was never, really, truly

enough.

I suppose

It's a new year, which means a new face, a new voice, a new attitude, a new life, a new me.

A new me, with the same old-and-broken-but-clumsily-fixed-together-heart