Stitches

Every moment with you transcends Into a stitch pulling the torn up veins of My roots together, looping and twisting and Knotting their antidote into my blood. Every moment with you transcends Into a celestial compulsion drawing me into Or away from parts of me that I thought I no longer knew. Every moment with … More Stitches

Pause

If i could grasp oxygen, Have it lay in my palm And tear it straight to its core To get a mere peek of What the future has laid Upon its own palms, then Perhaps my anxiety May subdue and succumb To its mortal enemy; Peace. (LS)

Alive

You make me feel alive In ways, they never Did. Am I a bad, person – for wanting you Instead? (LS)