"i want to talk tonight, until the morning light"
-oasis, talk tonight
3:24 am
it's three am and I'm so used to his voice that it soothes me in the cold
off the top of his head he picks a wild idea and vocalises it with tumbles of whispers into my ear
and it's reckless, it's crazy,
it reminds me of what being alive is like
and so without a second thought
I drop into the chalice of tomorrow
promises laced into pinkies
we share this night and these words
just between us
rough chalk on the sky's blackboard like glimmering stars
we are too young to be wise
every breath is a sacrifice to the moon to stay, for in the darkness of the night his face could've been anyone's and my lips could've been anyone's- all we were were two children praying for perpetuity as seconds flicked past our limbs
paled in stardust and bathed in vitality, there is no logical reason for this to be happening and therefore it is the most exhilarating
love me, break me, fix me, then do it all over again
-s
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midnight // love poems
Poetryi'm trying to get over you. it should be easy, we never talk. but damn, in my dreams we do. || c o l l e c t i o n o f p o e m s ||
