She dreams.

She dreams of you.

She dreams of midnight walks along the shadowed banks where the moon ripples gently in the ever-changing waters. She dreams of awkward silences, fingertips brushing against each other hesitantly--wondering, searching for the warmth of each other. She dreams of locked eyes, the beating of her heart in her ears, the way your voice would whisper countless, no, endless promises and dreams. She dreams of the way your dry sarcasm and wry humour would make her smile--just a little before she gives in to full out laughter. She dreams of your hand brushing her cheek, soft skin upon soft skin, the tips of your fingers making crossroads. She dreams of your onyx eyes, boring into hers, gazing into the corners of her soul. She dreams of your warm breath near her jawline, as you slowly and fearfully move closer to her lips. She dreams of your gentle mouth encasing hers, wrapping up her fears and lust-torn desires in a blanket of serenity.

She dreams of happiness.

Stockinged heart.

Rip my fragile veil to shreds baby,

no, 

please, 

I want you to

it's not going to last much longer anyway...

not with you constantly peeking through the gaps

"stop looking right through me okay?"

Heartbeat.

I can feel your love

pulsating behind my sternum

and it makes me feel just almost

alive

almost.

Fragility.

look what you've done to me,

are you happy now?

tell me my love,

are you happy?

the smallest things.

"

i've never got the time to tell you this but,

you smell nice, like, really nice

"

it's sweet when someone notices these little things

about you that you've never noticed before

am I hoping for too much?

(pull me back down before I start defying gravity)

because his eyes.

dedicated to juniper

and you p a u s e

and you t h i n k

and you just s t o p

.

there are no more words/vowels/letters that I can use

to describe the way your eyes make my insides

flutter and my stomach churn like (just like that)

the washing machines in the laundromat

.

and you just p a u s e

only for a single m o m e n t

as you try to b r e a t h e

.

oceans of adjectives, synonyms and verbs

could only be washed ashore so many times

i just don't know how much more I could write

especially when you're the only reason i do

.

b e a u t i f u l

do you feel it too?

Her secrets.

Count her hopes and dreams reflected in those midnight eyes,

fragments of mistakes and past tenses whispered from the depths

look for the world and starry skies reflected in the abyss,

then look down to see her shattered heart glass pieces,

abandoned where her star crash-landed.

Yes?

Your eyes say you want me,

and love is magical you say,

but remember that magic can be an illusion.

how can I tell you that I'm going to break your heart

without actually breaking your heart?

Jump.

and it feels like heaven, the moment my feet lift off the ground

and all my worries, insecurities and pain gets left behind,

even if for a millisecond.

i wish I didn't have to land so soon

Stone of Desire

and his fingertips are like fires raining down her back;

lips leaving a trail of poison on her tidal curves--

each touch from him engraves a memory on her body,

like a sculpture marred with scars.

"stop it, someone's coming."

"and what if I don't care?"

He smirks,

and you give in completely.

Inner monologue.

and through the sunset smiles, ocean tears embedded with lies,

i wish for silence to fall and for those unwanted existences

to just walk away and leave me alone.

but you don't want that really...

no, i don't want that

because being alone hurts.

A disease.

Don't think there won't be consequences

because honey, you're gonna get crushed with them.

Fork in the road.

"you've got to move on..."

I know,

I KNOW,

I know that it's ridiculous that I haven't moved on--

it's been too long.

But i'm afraid of the next step,

i'm afraid of falling again,

the greyed, unforgiving concrete breaking me into pieces.

Do I go left, where there is nothing right? Or should I go to my right where there is nothing left?

I'm destined to be alone anyways.

Just a game.

You move the pieces and before I know it,

you've backed me into the corner,

one more step and you'll render me completely helpless,

and open for you to take me

and end this game;

Checkmate.

He dreams.

I dreamt about sinking into your skin, of every minuscule part of you and me being woven together to make us whole. I dreamt about time slowing down, things that belonged to storybooks, fairytales and happily ever afters. I dreamt about the taste of your pearl-drop tears, the salt on your skin and the smell of your raven hair on my shoulder. I dreamt about your lazy voice skittering across my chest, the dreams we both shared and your soft giggles because we didn't want anything to spoil the moment.

Amongst all my dreams, hopes and ambitions,

you're my favourite.

[I just wished that those dreams could be plucked down

from the heavens and tied to a thousand shooting stars.]