We are wasting away in Wuthering Heights,I say so many cruel things when you can’t hear,because I’m horrid,and this love is torrid,tempestuous,but the kind I can’t live without. I say that one day, I’ll learn to live in peace,never wondering where you go,never living my days in a nightmare,never letting my scars spread from my…

Is it too much to ask?My pen feels heavier with each hopeful word,desire dirtying the clean, crisp paper.Gut wrenching guilt,I am down on my knees,the river Thames has found a new home,past the bursting bank of my lashes,down my cheeks,onto my bed sheets.I chant,calling out,reciting the things my aching fingertips reach for in my sleep,as…

Your tears,my lover,they tear me apart,and I am rebuilt,no longer a soldier in the war of our wanting,just a dreamer in a field of dandelions,writing you a verse about the roses that grow when you blow me a kiss from your bedroom window.

Tied up my hair in a ribbon,eyes glistening,gazing at the vermillion sky.I waited for the stars,but the hands of time stopped turning,and the oxygen was glowing as I knelt by the open window.My hands were clasped together,writing love letters with soft lips to the universe.Pleading with a pout,as my desires dance into the ether. I…