Who taught you the moon and sun have a tragic love?
why do you believe they live a tortured life apart
who taught you that time is linear,
that intimacy is a touch
that happiness and love are hard to come by?
Can’t you see that the moon and the sun have the strongest of love,
an effortless unconditional acceptance
supporting each other through the tides and cloudy days,
the sun is always illuminating the moon through the night
the moon leaving the sun to be everyone’s spotlight
who told you they are opposing forces
they are two sides of the same coin
but there is a dance between them
of day and night that energises the world
they make love by pushing time
they connect by moving the world forward
climaxing through eclipses, such intimacy.
this world is a child
merely looking up at its parents not understanding the unity and beauty that comes from loving someone for lifetimes
that just their smile is enough to move oceans inside you,
why do you continue to believe that such a great symbol of love is star-crossed and destined to be apart?
when the very thought of the one prompts you to think of the other
they are married on your tongue
Our love can’t cease over distance or time
I need not your hand in my every night
because like the moon and sun
our souls are married across lifetimes
We had swallowed our emotions like glass.
Riping slits in our throats
the breathing no longer muscle memory is strained,
seeping through into our veins
searching for our hearts,
hoping to drown it,
to stop the beating,
these hidden emotions are fighting to be felt.
The pressure of suppression only makes coal
We are left waiting to be set alight.
Don’t you know all the things we risk to fall in love?
It’s never as simple of a jump as it seems
You are a collapsing galaxy.
The sky is birthed by your triumph to survive.
Living is not just the adventure
Maybe breathing is enough when you have given the world to much
I do not fall in love
dive into all you are
draw maps around your body
keeping track of the movements of your hands and the blinking of your eye’s
I crave to know you.
I’ll ask questions about existence
beat my existential musing against your mind
counting steps to your soul
I do not fall in love
I run from it towards you
creating mountains and boundaries
hiding in fantasy and make-belief
I’ll romanticise your breathing till you are no longer real,
paging through your horoscope,
checking sun signs and moon positions,
I’m always trying to figure you out,
Like a child tackling a puzzle for the first time,
I am obsessed with knowing.
You will grow to resent me,
unavailable at best,
I will pull you close but never let you in,
like the tide and the moon, we will be in sync
and once I have figured you out,
like a child bored with their toys
My bookshelf much resembles my heart.
It’s filled with stories I had hoped to read and titles I have loved from afar.
I am always too busy to start a book. I’m always too afraid to read.
As if each page may reveal a part of me I was trying to pretend wasn’t real.
I’m made of plot twist and contradiction. I’m sometimes a heavy read.
My shelf has so many books I’m yet to complete
As if I’m hiding from knowing the end. I’m escaping the loss
Like friends, these pages have become to me.
I ‘ve never been good at goodbyes. I’m never good at endings.
I’m always avoiding the last page.
There are so many books I’d wished to never read
and yet they still managed to teach me the world.
My bookshelf resembles my heart.
Filling with Dust but as wide as the world
I need to read more.
I need to try love more