crystallized-skies

you swept over me like a sudden summer rain, your thunder echoed in my ears as your whispered words of endearment settled into the dimples of my cheeks, warming them with the dying rays of a hazy summer sun; and like lightning dancing in the heat your calloused hands danced across sunburnt shoulders until the skies turned an inky grey—   and I was drenched.

i can feel your fingertips   trailing down my shoulder, losing themselves in the   freckled constellations that   paint my arms in   a warm afternoon glow, now they’re drawing   infinite circles into the   hollows of my palms as   I stare into the infinite   circles of your hazel eyes. they savagely hold me captive, i don’t dare move as they   daringly trace the outline of   my lips,   painstakingly marking   every last weathered crack and line; i feel an immovable heat   as the hazel fades into   an intricate kaleidoscope of     browns, golds, and greens. your fingertips.   they’re pressed against mine   as we're pre

my eyes flutter open to the light of the full moon seeping into the corners of my vision, the smell of last night’s alcohol and your sweet perfume clings to the shirt that now clings to my bare chest as I wade silently through the maze of bad decisions and discarded clothes that litter your bedroom floor; i hear you sigh into the mattress as you mourn the absence of your favorite pillow. *** the smell of your burnt coffee and my mid-morning cigarette lingers on my skin as you run your fingers through my delicate mess of hair, enjoying the sun rise view of my smiling cheeks as we sit all legs and ankles curled up in the shado

i sit alone cigarette in hand, the smoke from it’s flickering end licks at the chapped frame of my nearby window; I watch the   cloud swirl upwards toward the studded sable sky   as I breathe in deep trying to settle the restless   Beast nestled behind the warmth of my oceanic eyes, (he doesn’t like quiet evenings spent at home.) the cool evening air brushes against my freckle-kissed cheeks and   stirs the collar of my   unbuttoned shirt, sending goosebumps trailing down my outstretched arms until I shiver into   the well-worn chair   I have found myself curled up on like it is my unlucky throne. i’m not

 The orange light of the street lamp peeks through the curtains casting your face in   a northern lights kinda glow and I smile into the valley of my pillow as   my fingers brush through your wildfire hair before slowly tracing   the sloping field of your jaw; I wanna kiss the sleeping   breath from your lips   as you lie there quietly next to   me dreaming in midnight ecstasy; I can’t help the butterflies   that settle into the hollows   of my stomach as you shift closer to me and I begin to think   about how damn lucky I am to wake up next to you on   nights like these-- angry sunlight filters   in through shuttered blinds a

my head hangs heavily   amongst melancholy clouds and the rain soaks my collar clean as I sit staring at the   cold stone monarchs   of my ancestors; that’s when I feel   your whisper in my veins. fire sparks in the whites of my eyes as your fingers   warm the hollows   of my threadbare hips,   I can feel the smoke filling   my lungs as you pull   me to my feet and   brush the dirt from   my ruby stained cheeks. “dance for me, graveyard girl” you call as your hands   pull me into a swinging embrace; your smile seems to brighten even the darkest shadows of my worn out souls and   I can feel a lightness bubbling up

i’ve got a picture of you   tucked into the back pocket   of my masochistic mind and it haunts me in the darkest hours of my early morning sleep but   I can’t really seem to bring myself to   care because part of me craves the fire that you continue to reignite in the valleys of my singed synapses-- i thought I had moved on, left those feelings to drown in the depths of a darkened lake bed (good fucking riddance)   because I didn’t need that kind of twisted, gifted misdirection   in my life   but, here. i. am.   (the lighter feels warm in my shivering hands)   the taste of ashes dances on my tongue and   the sm