quixoi

there's a rage in your eyes and a smile at the corners of your lips as you scream and shout your hurt at me. you've alwyas enjoyed letting your feelings run rampant in your body, but now the only one you can't control is anger- my only ally. forgive me, it's been so long since i've seen even a flicker of the flame in your eyes i long to feel your fire and scald myself on your skin because i've grown tired of the frozen ice wasteland of your gaze and your embrace is as soft as snow and so reluctant to share even a curve of your body. your love died for me in a night - creeping in under your ribcage and settling within your chest and now i'm

you act like 'us' is ancient history, broken & bruised - gone like misty breaths in cold winter air, the memory of our fire-stoked, raw-skinned emotion gathers dust in your head quietly while my mind still reels with our past- and i see deeper now, into the caverns of your mahogany eyes; i still feel you in my bones, carving out your name with firm strokes, and imprinting your scent, touch, taste - the sound of your breathing sends drunken butterflies to my stomach, skips to my beating heart and pain deep in my chest, beneath my ribcage where the metal glints. when i hear your muted, red-velvet voice in my ear i feel a million colours and i

it doesn't hit you like a freight train in the dark but it seeps into your bones through the pores in your skin it dawns on you like the first day of spring, and lifts you up like a child, twirling you in endless circles and laughter and rapture you'll see the world differently; you'll find yourself smiling despite all the little disasters of your life. let it in.

my silence settles in the room, just as i do - legs crossed on the sofa, head back, taking in the sunshine like oxygen. it has never seemed to be within my control, but today i am at peace with it, -with not another soul residing in this room to rattle up the quiet that crawls into my bones, this moment is mine it cannot be touched by others' tainted fingers digging under my skin, voices like metal on glass. in these few minutes of my own no outward motion is needed, even still, my mind races, my lungs inhale and my heart beats. but i am stillness in the chaos of my living body. my soul smiles as my toes curl and my eyes close and i am very

cold limbs shaking hands and a heart on fire

her eyes were sapphire, chasing the starlights and glinting metal whilst firmly holding onto a blanket of shadows, sewn into swirling patterns of darkness and teardrops in her gaze there is only tongue twisted pipe dreams of far off places warmed by the summer sun and flooded with the summer heat. and out there there is only the grinding of jaws, white teeth, haunted eyes and hands that shake under the weight of the universe.

my veins are burning bright with the last flickering remains of your smile -you have lit a fire in my soul.

and our bones are made of glass- fragile, so fragile and thin. my body is made of window panes, my heart of crossed paths, smiles and laughter and bitter hatred.

i can still smell the last wisps of cigarette smoke that you cast into my face as you turned away. that acrid smell i loved to taste on your lips clung to you, seeped under your skin and rotted out your lungs. maybe that's why i never felt like i could get enough air - because you know i was breathing for the both of us. you always kept the lighter in the left pocket of your shirt -closest your heart. you were left handed but i always thought that it was symbolic. you never liked it when i looked too close; you hated the part of me that found meaning in actions and feelings and words. maybe that's why you always swatted away my ideas

you're untouchable - with your snowflake heart, drowning in emotion that burns like fire. and you're afraid- cold to the touch, you clutch winter inside your chest and you cross your arms over your heart to protect others from your blizzards and storms. but your heart is as brittle as a sheet of ice and i shattered it with one fiery touch.