February

month of love

the weather starts to get warmer

and the world feels that tiny bit brighter

longer days and shorter nights,

the real start of the year.

the sky doesn’t look so grey any more,

just in time for the month of love.

but there’s still something missing

both in me

and the branches of the trees.

my throat is swollen from the cold.

i need the warmth of a hand

to bring me back,

to wrap around my neck

and remind me that the worst of it

is nearly over.

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“i haven’t said it out loud yet but i love you, the fear doesn’t lie in the thought of the love not being reciprocated, i see it in your eyes every time they lock with mine. it’s letting you know that i am willing to take the chance of you one day breaking my heart, now that is the true horror”.

letting yourself love is one of the scariest things in this world, allowing yourself to trust someone, to let them see every part of you.

they could die tomorrow, you could die tomorrow.

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tell someone you love them today.

“my hands turn to gold when i touch you, like the light beaming through the gaps in the trees.”

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love should never be a regret.

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press my organs to a sheet of paper,

let the blood drip from the pages

all over your fingers like crushed berries

let me get under your nails and into

the creases of the palms of your hand

as you admire the mess

in your very own museum

of the disaster you created

and let my scorching red heart

be the main attraction.

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lay me underneath the willow tree and suck my skin

as if you have just plucked me straight from it,

i won't stay ripe and sweet forever so

put me between your lips before i turn sour.

let the earth know how much you love me

before our existence turns to dust,

let our love sink deep into the earth and have flowers grow,

keep our affair of the heart alive even after we lay hand in hand in the grave.