You tell me that hearts don't work, that the sounds they make are just ghosts passing through. That bodies are pieces of everything everyone's lost slowly coming apart. Burning down childhood homes is a hobby of yours, and it's your plan to die that way, dancing with the flames. But oh, warrior of summers spent kissing too many girls with sharp teeth, put your lighter down. The night is a snow globe, and we are two figurines posed together as stars swirl around us. You can always burn yourself tomorrow. Be with me tonight, instead. Let the broken parts of me fit into the broken parts of you; I could be the piece you need to get your chest to start.
I know this is a bit late but my goodness! This is stunning! One of the best works I've seen in a long time. A story woven with so few words... my heart sung while I read this piece. You leave me breathless. I only put things that capture my attention into my faves, and within seconds of reading it , I clicked the favorites button. This is so perfect. Absolutely marvelous.
it's cool to look back and see your progression as a writer. sometimes I have to do it to remind myself that I've been doing the "well this is my last good poem, I'm fucked forever" thing for like two years, haha.