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2014-04-24 22:04

Harmonic is her voice in my head
when I imagine her lips
moving to the rhythm
of my heartbeats

For the first time in years
I can see a future for myself
in which I'm not alone
and I'm not afraid of living

Because the inevitable pulls me
into her soft chest closer
as I rewrite the stars on our sky
to make the astrology just right

For I have punished myself
for long enough now --
It's time to let myself love
and be loved in return

It's time that I start
writing love poetry
to beautiful people again
instead of my own self-loathing

And I know this truly
because now the night
feels insurmountably cold
without her breathing down my neck