Hopeinblack

We were merely children when the stars came. They rained down from the sky in a burst of light, like shards of glass pouring down from the heavens. Supernovas blooming in the night sky, petals raining down onto the barren earth - angels, falling with their wings sheathed, glowing, as they glided down. We watched, starstruck, as the glow overtook us - we were mesmerized. We waited with bated breath as the meteors landed, the celestial light subsiding as dark forms started to pick themselves up from the dust. They moved towards us with an otherworldly grace, their steps leaving no marks on the earth as they descended upon us. Frozen to our sp

I'm not the marrying kind.
 I have stones in my hair instead of flowers, And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.

 I'm not the marrying kind.
 My words aren't pretty or wise, And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart. 

I'm not the marrying kind.
 I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder, And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.

 I'm not the marrying kind.
 Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior, And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.

 I'm not the marrying kind.R

You have too much time on your hands, Love, folding paper cranes with broken fingers, wishing to see northern lights in the eyes of strangers. There are no lions between your bed sheets who understand your hunger better than I- You are licking my wounds; one with the wild. I swear it's you behind these eyelids- untamed and desired by this lonely poetic canvas stained with blood, ink, and words I can't fucking say. You look like a Goddess standing there reading my skin quiet and shameless, proud of the gaping hole in my chest. I know it then, like I know my own counterclockwise heart; I should never trust my own kind. "I'll build