I lie next to you, breathless

As the galaxies curled within you

Unwind softly

 

Written on your face are all the things

I could never compose with a pen,

And diluted passion

Drips from my eyes

 

You are barely awake and I am barely asleep

You listen to me think and I listen to you dream

 

I long to join your imagined escapades,

But thoughts weigh too heavily upon me

And the stars you exhale

Only illuminate my darkness

 

Like the sun does for the moon,

I die every night

To let you breath

 

Soon I long for your taste

And reach out for you,

But in your place

lies Loneliness

And his blue-veined lips curl into my ear

 

You are not good enough for love, he whispers.

You’re wrong, she loves me, I gasp.

She was never even here, Loneliness sneers. She is the fiction written within you.

Because you are unlovable.

 

I thought I had a way with words

That I could transcribe the truth more beautifully than it appeared,

But instead I have a way with lies

With painting people out of ghosts

 

You were just a ghost haunting my mind

ingesting my sanity,

in those galaxies imagined

from my own shattered light

 

And love is just a dead man

Beckoning me towards madness

 

Desire is dangerous and I cannot escape

alive