ariadne.

What if I told you we were
connected by a tether, forever -
a link to bridge the gap between
two stars
destined to be together.
I feel it tugging
me toward you, my true North
guiding me through the dark.
I've spent years denying my body
could know exactly what it wants,
what it needs. But now,
I can finally put a face
to this ache in my bones,
this shackle on my soul.

dangerous creature.

I’m a dangerous creature,
see my teeth.
I sleep with both eyes open
and rarely dream.
Constantly cunning,
skulking, and hunting.
I breathe fire, baby.
Fear me.

this creature.

I used to like this
proximity to the sea,
but I’m only human and
once Mercury’s shifted
nothing seems to matter
to me.
Watch:
I’ll fight my creature comforts
as the tide retreats.
What use is comfort
to this creature?
I’m crawling out my skin
in hopes that I’m
more than just this husk
and the runes
etched along my insides.
But as the distance grows
between these things,
my mind begins to rot.

poison.

Threats, anger, and danger:
I’ll share my poison, if you want.
I’m flirting with your flame
and you make like
you wanna call my bluff,
but don’t.
Instead you keep saying
you can’t keep waiting
around for me.
And I agree.
My mouth is full of words for you,
but I won’t say a thing.

smallness.

I embrace my smallness.
It has always allowed
me to melt into others
more easily; seamlessly.

the eternal scoundrel.

Under the guise of
plentiful time &
forgetting the importance of
delayed gratification,
I put off what I want
for what I think I need:
Pretty Little Things.

I can't disguise
what this says about me.

I'm sure there's a way
to get out unscathed
but presently
I'm buried in the blackness.

I'm pure ghost rage;
the eternal scoundrel.

i used to dream.

I used to dream about
running away.
the open road.
letting go.
excuses.

I still dream of excuses.

the waitings.

I'm shaking hands with ghosts,
waiting for the present
to banish itself to the past.

These are the moments I’ve come to cherish:
the waitings.

Though I open my mouth,
my tongue neither sinks nor swims.

My mind is a weightless wonder,
my body an anchor.

My body is the anchor,
I tell the ghosts,
and I am the great unknown.

burn me down.

A little birdie told me
you know my destruction sequence,
could burn me down with a single breath.

Maybe you’re the flame that lights me
and I’m the air you need to burn.

You've got me shaking.

dark days.

I painted my calendar black:
dark days.
Your love is pain, waiting.
But who am I to question to fate?

I see you approaching
out the corner of my eye.

the maze.

I can't help but wonder
what it'd be like
to touch your skin
and why
my thoughts always wander
back to you.

I wanted to give you every part of me,
not remembering
to save anything for the way back out.

I've barricaded myself inside your maze,
daring the sunshine to find me.