i want you in your purest form.

i want you on the couch in the window on a Sunday afternoon after lunch.
i want you humming along to Norah Jones, stacking pipes and radiating good energy.
i want you playing with my hair, and watching the flutter of my eyelashes.

i want you to kiss me so hard your jaw hardens up and your breathing gets loud.
i want your hands clumsily pulling at my shirt and your heartbeat in your throat.
i want you close enough to hear what you're thinking.

take your time.
take mine.

i want you. nothing else.

Her locks tied their bonds together
from their hearts down to their hands
the chains tie her feet ; for love conquers her soul,
she is left to drown in paradise
for her halo rests in his head,
but darkness flourishes through their future
it draws a line, beyond her sight,
a hammer shakes them slowly
trying to break them apart
and hangs a flower into the shade
to take her curtains of joy away
leaving her on the cliffside of lies,
she still took the poison and let it burn her throat
carved the words she thought were nice
truth cannot always be kept hidden?
she revolves around a blood-knife,
sadness strikes the smooth core
like glass bits stuck in her affectionate heart
shreds a little bit of innocence and moon dust
shaping her to carry out a new life,
but every second felt like a year
placing it on timber and out in the sun
with salt sprinkled on her wounds,
it still lurks in her brain’s alley
her locks got cracked but she found the key
to all her questions, which kept her at bay.

I wish I could scrub my veins clean
of the tar and memories
I would scrape the sides clear
of everything you whispered in my ear
all lies, cliche
I hate feeling this way

I stumble in the haze,
Facing the grainy ground
No passion, no craze
Not even a sound

People tell me they see light,
Some more I must walk,
Be ready to fight,
They don't come in with a knock.

But for some the haze never existed
Stopping only when they attain
Then why can't I be benefitted
By knowing the destiation needed  to sustain.

Aimlessly walking in circles,
Look how far I have come
But the real hurdles
Only bend for some

Make my soul successful,
Give me the spark
I want this journey to be blissful
Don't swallow me in the dark

Why can't I decide
The easy route or the rough?
They said "Leave the latter aside.
It was only made for the tough"

I fear the unknown
But I must carry on
Seeds of opportunities will be sown,
Grab them before they're gone.

I was fallen through
broken and distorted
my wandering soul
into a black hole
I was ******
by you
rock of moon wires
fragments of steel
and silk wings
towards a pink dawn
floating breeze in the sky
meeting of souls
united and separated
touched
and
chosen
soul mates
satisfied and
finally
complete

all these words and I cannot form a single sentence about you and me
it’s like you are forbidden fruit
the apple I so violently want to grab
the devil is egging me on
when there is a greater force begging me to recoil

you know I thought I had ruined it
You know
ruined you
But you never forgot how to love me
And when I love you slipped out of my mouth that night you said it right back

this would be the moment i would savor
running my fingers along your jawline
tracing the stubble up to the nape of your neck
up through your hair

this would be the moment i would savor
the second our lips grazed each other
your tongue slipping into my mouth
teeth nipping at my lips

this would be the moment i would savor
our bodies rocking in unison
the music pulsing in my ears and through my body
the way my heart was beating in my throat

this would be the moment i would savor

this would be it

Behold my ****** beating heart
deranged from the day we became apart
It longs for your twinkling eyes
mirroring your vulnerable soul, I heave heavy sighs

In a dim-lit chamber
through the stairs, I clamber
I clasp my chest
melancholy runs over me the best
witnessing the past along the corridors
my eyes seek for the one my heart adores

Remembering the constellations upon your eyes
I whisper to myself, wonderful lies
Beaming with tears, I fondly held your portrait
pondering upon the thought that i can never be your mate