those eyes that brighten up under the scorching light of the sun
always threatening to blind my own with an unfamiliar glamor,
that darkness almost seems like an imaginary concept whenever you cast me a glance; contact between the windows to the soul, a moment so transient
and yet so lingering in the memories of the mind,
carving out a feeling almost too sensational
almost too real
scared; yes, i am scared,
because how long can it last before the fire in your eyes dieanguish with the wrath of time? when would you run away from the little shed of memories—
the home i’ve always come back to every single night—
that we’ve built together?
why would you carelessly throw those words into the air, if you knew (so perfectly well even) that every single one of them meant the world to me? i’m frightened, for reasons so abstractly clear,
that i’m shaking even in the embrace of the darkness,
shivering in tears of uncertainty, of the constant nightmares,
and of the hatred i felt exuding from my own heart
Oh, and have i ever told you that i hate roller coasters?
darling, you must know that you are riding on my fragile senses right now, every breath of yours audible to the ears sends my mind to another universe, so absurd that i don’t even want to write it out.
but you must know, and i must tell you,
that i can’t bear to look into your eyes any longer
i can’t endure the way every move you make grasps onto my heart, squeezing it so carelessly, so mindlessly
but maybe (just maybe; but you can’t tell any other) i do enjoy the highs that the idea of us give to me,
even if it means the lows will decimate every inch of my soul
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