I must not destroy this place.

I am fostered with frail civility
lying safely enveloped in your comfort,
dangerously cherished,
sweating my sadness.

I will destroy this place.

Though, my heart's even at pace,
with your embrace on my face,
Raptured. Consumed.
Worries abolished.

I will destroy this place.

Destiny demands this,
my nature's folly
to run from everything
aiding and at my stupidity,
crumble.

I will destroy this place.

Perfected Glitches

Accept the flaws.

Embrace the imaginary faults created, and the ones that go unseen.

Support in future failings.

That is fucking perfect.

this room is quiet.

heavy light
lives behind his eyes.
he looks to night
and lights up the sky.

a million tons of
pressure, restless
on his brow.
i watch him, as aidless
as i am allowed.

i sit still
as he looks into me.
my heart beats fills
its veins a salty sea.

i can feel my eyes widen
and threaten to explode.
a welcome weightless burden,
i'd gladly bestow.

my hands, I clasp
slightly,
amplifying their longing,
to reach out and grasp
tightly,
his heart for my belonging.

Foolhardy

In a fragile fashion,

he places my face in his hands,

careful not to disrupt

our naive plans.

He stares just long enough

in my eyes to incite a spark,

and fast averts his gaze...

...pressing our luck.

Our words are delicate,

like frozen flowers

laying nervous, in a fire,

soaking in a cautious cower.

Brittle bits of us leak

on our paths apart,

our stained willpower weak,

permanent in our hearts.