lying with you

starcrossed lovers

Come into my arms. There is a home for you here.

Why are you only there in the fleeting moments?

Between the beats of my heart, in those brief silences?
Sitting in my chest when my breath leaves me and leaving when it comes back?
In the space between eyelid and pupil - there for a second, gone in the next?

I can’t have you in any other capacity.

Is my karma such that I must die before having you to myself for longer than the time it takes to process the feel of your touch on my skin?

Please stay. If I have to stop my heart beating, stop breathing, stop blinking only so that you will stay in those spaces, so be it.

Let me freeze time so we can love each other in that moment when the whole world goes quiet.
Let the devotion in my eyes carry the words I cannot speak, and hear my silence for what it is: the absence of you.

Unravel the thread of fate for us - show me how it falls apart at your hands and weave a kinder pattern into the ether. Press your lips against each stitch and whisper into it the life we were not afforded.

Just for now, imagine that it is my hands instead of your tears caressing your face. My mouth instead of the cold press of the barrel against your forehead, as you close your eyes and lie with me in the meadow.

(sorry, I really don’t know who that art at the start belongs to!! Idk why but there was no user attached with the photo on Pinterest, so my deepest respects to the artist behind it)