You're the miserable cliche

of how painful and beautiful Love can be. The feelings you induce are the kind that twist your insides in a way that breaks them, the kind that make those ever-present butterflies in my stomach beat their wings so hard and fast that it tears me apart. But in that tearing is a stunningly gorgeous realization that I want to right here, right now, continuously shredded from the inside out more than I want to be anywhere else. Because with this explosion comes a transformation--I change into something ethereal, sharp and sparkling, rose petals of shining ice, breaking in a pool of crimson and gold, frozen and spinning in the intensity of a million scarlet sunrises.

You, my dear, are the inspiration behind the beautiful train wrecks that I secretly aspire to be--adorned in diamonds, surrounded by the haze of cigarettes and the melodies drifting between universes.

You're just as tragic

and beautiful,
as the most elegant suicide.
Drenched in lace and diamonds,
rose petals,
scarlet upon dusky pink.
Feathers upon feathers,
soft and white,
falling in the cloud-smoke tail
of a dove's flight.
Your name is written in the sky overhead,
white like snow,
melancholy, melancholy...
I can't let you go.

This midnight Love poetry,

the constant exchange of
perfection
that only we,
united by words and moonbeams,
can understand.
The desperation to be Loved
and to live...
To run and run
during the summer dusk,
moonlight at our heels,
sunset glowing crimson in the darkness
as we blink.
Indigo skies and crystalline lies--
take my hand
and squeeze three times.

Caught

in the celestial tornadoes of
your words,
your looks,
your fingertips.
Lost and longing for
the pressure of your lips.
Spinning into a blissful oblivion
of Loving you at the speed of light,
hair flying back,
our eyes locked in an
imaginary waltz.
One two three one two three,
hold me 'til sunrise comes and fills the space
that you fill in the moonlight

Exploding into the hazy dusk,

folding in,
a flower in reverse...
Winter Fall Summer Spring.
Midnight plum petals,
reflecting the black holes that suck
light through your pupils.
Pupils surrounded
by sapphire iridescence,
terrible and tranquil.
Pearly teeth and pointy ears,
glass, crimson-stained words.
Sharp and malicious,
whistling and whispering through the air.

Your silhouette

stark against starlit blackness,
dark and shimmering
with a streetlight halo.
I'll run to you,
and press my face to your chest.
Breathe in--
my heart will weep at the scent
of lilacs and emeralds,
emeralds like your fierce,
glowing eyes,
locking me in a jade embrace.
Joining into a trio of
gorgeous stone
with your onyx lashes
and ruby lips.
Your ruby lips.

It's spinning and pure,

a white-orange, like sunset
hitting diamond silver snow.
On the horizon,
dancing with the moon--
tangible, musical...
Shining opalescence,
smooth to the touch
sweet and cold,
frozen spun crystal sugar...

She'll be the one with the tears in her eyes,

the one staring, infatuated,
at the tortured beautiful boy in the corner.
She'll be the one with the ink on her arms,
She'll be the one drumming her fingers
to the beat of those silent symphonies
that you're humming so far away.

It's sad when I think about it--

My mom makes me nervous. Like really, really nervous, and I hate it. I mean, I honestly don't think she's as much of a bitch as I've built her up to be, and I really do Love her. And I know she Loves me too, but it's hard when she's acting like... how she normally acts, to be honest. I mean, I have to talk to her about my math grade for god's sake, how easy is that? but still i know it won't be casual, it'll be like a Discussion, so i practically have BUTTERFLIES from the nerves. i mean, it's TALKING TO MY OWN MOTHER ABOUT SCHOOL, AND IM CHEWING MY NAILS AND KINDA-SORTA FREAKING OUT. how fucked up is THAT? i mean really. i should just stand up to her, next time she's awful [which will be today, because it's every day]. i mean, she doesnt abuse me, she respects my opinion on some level, and she's a nice person, mostly. so many people have it SO MUCH WORSE, mom-wise. i should just fix this, once and for all. i mean, it wouldn't be THAT hard to have a decent relationship with her, would it?

i'm an idiot.

but wish me luck anyway?

Jumping off cliffs, and watching them shrink

into the infinitely expanding, star-strewn sky,
all ice-crystal and diamond-edges,
feeling the wind's invisible ink
pen gorgeous verses and sing them softly,
only to you...
That ice-blue rush below your ribs,
freezing your heart, making it shiver.
An incomparable feeling, amplified by the tickle of the tears
streaming down your face, running through your open lips.

You're In Love.



Disclaimer-thing: The whole idea for this comes from a random Ray Bradbury quote in the introduction of a collection of his short stories-- "Why did I do it? Why did I keep jumping off those cliffs? The answer is an immense cliche: Love."