The Sky is My Spouse
Take me into your arms,
My darling,
And hold on tight.
The clouds are floating in
Quickly with the darkness of the night.
Hold me, darling,
And don’t let go.
I want to see just you,
Just blue,
As the wind begins to blow.
Wrap me, darling, in the warmth of the sun
And the forever you hold
Despite all the raindrops turned tears,
Despite the shivers from the cold.
Capture me, darling,
In all your beauty
As the sun begins to set
The colours look like music
And the cold turns to gold I could graze with my fingertips
The way I graze your lips – call me sun-kissed
I’m in love with you
My sky, my high
I’m in love,
And these are all the reasons why.
Magic on Your Lips
You have magic on your lips
Shiny and undeserving
You have magic on your lips
Dark magic,
Sick and stomach churning
Suffocating me, turning me blue
The stars grace your mouth
Like I am the fool–
Your words hold power
Like they’re a despot
Clutching to each knotted syllable like they’re desperate
Your magic leaves me tempted, restless, skeptic
It leaves me breathless–
I see planets stuck in the corners of your mouth
And in the blue of your eyes
I look at you and see my demise
It’s magic in the way it all collides,
A meteor shower of truths and lies –
I feel the sun and the moon
Beaming on me as I look at you
The feeling is anything but new,
Floating in the emptiness of your universe
Wondering why you’re so cruel,
Why I love swimming in the darkness,
What it is about you
You have magic on your lips
I’ll say it now like I said it then
I fall into your tricks
Over and over again.
What good?
What good does it do
The ink sliding through,
What truth does it bring and to who?
You already know the words–do you have to read them too?
It makes you feel better, huh?
Delusional and with what proof,
As you keep writing of your woes
like they’re brand fucking new –
Paper fills with blue
Scribbles and emotions misconstrued,
Write until you have no more room
To feel–
No more ruin to deal,
No more tune to sway to.
Soon we can simply assume
You’ve been consumed
By that pool of lackluster words
And unspoken concern
To which you will never learn,
You have emptied out your soul into a notebook,
And paper can burn.