but darling, i am
destined to destroy everything i touch,
and if i were a stronger soul,
i would tell you to get back,
to not run into the burning house,
to swim away from the riptide.
but, beloved, i cannot.
for i am a creature of abandonment,
and with your outstretched hand
and smile to blind stars,
you are offering me
a life for more than just leaving.
and when you ask me
if your bleeding would make me stay,
home has never hurt so much.
Tag: poetry
i woke up choking on flowers.
i suppose it was only right, since i’d dreamt of you in a garden.
in it, you did not run from me
but towards. in it,
my skin did not rot in sunlight and i was not forced to hide it under the earth.my tongue, let the gods know, it didn’t burn when we kissed.
and they knew we kissed like the world was crumbling at our feet, and they scowled at the blasphemy between our teeth.You said, “Let them look,”
You said, “Let their eyes roll out of their sockets if it displeases them so.”
“Let their bodies fall limp above our heads.”And they did, and it followed on screams, and soon we were swimming
in an ocean of divine
You lifted a God’s heart and took a bite.but there is no water where the living can’t reach,
and i sank deep without your hand to hold.i woke up alone,
my throat full of thorns.
red water leaked through the holes and i tried to catch it
but i couldn’t hold her in.
“trees grow from the love we bury”, from my many unfinished pieces. | Daniella Michalleni (via daniellamichalleni)
you strip off my fairy wings
beneath a night-bitten moon,
breath like a forest fire,
kiss simmering into ashes
on my tongue. my glitter relocating,
finding homes under your fingertips,
twisted into your hair like smoke
or a child’s ghost. i never knew
something could cleave you in halves
before it began, never knew
love tasted like a blood sacrifice.
but you do. you with tsunami-fingers,
leaving casualties easy as footprints
in your wake. you with a tsunami-heart,
spiraling away. me with naught
but shredded fairy wings to bury
next to my heart in a shallow grave
marked with my name.
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