by ruse » Sat Jun 18, 2016 7:42 am
differences
there's beauty in fire, just as much as there is destruction -- she's seen it in him, the scar he adorns and the smile he plasters on his face (the love in his eyes, how it twinkles when molten gold meets diluted ink blue).
jewel
my mind - it's like a diamond; not in terms of beauty or expense or status but more like, there's an infinity of faces in the numbered facets.
swallow deep
there's always gonna be that one piece of love stuck between my teeth, but i've swallowed most of it down (like the mouthwash i should've been spitting out).
poet's girl
i talk like a poem; words that carve nicely into the space of quiet, pretty nothings (beautiful lies) to expend a bit of delicate time.
silence
sometimes, silence is good; there is more room to spare to find the passing glances between blue and gold, the fine-as-spider-webs touches - they flirt with smiles instead of voice, chat with posture compared to words, kiss with eyes instead of mouths and curved lips like a waning moon.
whisper
this girl, he swears one day to the moon, will either captivate or destroy him (he doesn't need the moon to answer back, his mind is already whispering it'll be both).
snake in the grass
where did time go?
jealous
he only knows her back, but he wishes that he knew her smile too, like watari did; (the right corner of her lip would do fine).
pardon
spare me the love; i'm only looking for the tragedy.
you
you are breaking him into pieces and slivers and mirror shards but he still smiles, because it's you and he does not care if he comes undone and his stitches unfasten over his scars (because it's you), and he loves you so deeply (how could he not, with his jaded vision and broken-glass-for-eyes?).
colors
he is the sun's slave and she, the moon's child; opposites, and maybe, that's why he feels a pull to her like a magnet (like an ocean saying it's time to go home), even if she spat in his good eye and responded to his confession dressed in love and affection (all warm tones, like the gold of his eyes and the laugh of the sun) with i hate you, dyed with colors of betrayal and broken trust.
dance
they used to dance on borrowed maps and tiptoe over disputed borders between fire and earth, but today is different from then; he's chasing her to the ends of the world but it's not as simple as walking from one end of the room to the other under the glow of firelight and candle wax and young young love, because the fire is snuffed out and she's a runaway stealing time, who dances better in the dark than he can with open flame and defined lines and crisp light.
moon alone
tell me, what is the moon without the sun; does she shine as brightly with just the stars to talk to, or does she die every night he's lost in day?
fate, a liberator
fate is kind, he tells aloud one night tinged with destiny's tones, but don't mistake it for weakness, he says in thought and dark, with a blue eyed moon girl sighing thoughtful breaths in his arms; (she's choked the hope out of me once before, i doubt she'll miss next time).
