Bleunicorn

sometimes it rains on the doorstep like even the sky is giving up its faith. sometimes i seem like i'm falling but really i'm sinking in too deep. i would dance like i'm under water, spin till my lungs cave in. i would hold you through these velvet nights of giving in. begonia lips to follow mine through the dark. living sweet in numberless hours colored dawn. and all your thoughts are spreading out like wildfire across the earth, across the sky, across my skin. with all the sweetest honey and softest silk- you're the morning breaking in. i can't refuse you. no, you know i can't. with the song of a saturday sparrow, an

i. She's an ocean-eyed dreamer who could fit the skies of a thousand worlds into her mayfly heart. She's got an angel face and a nasty little smile, and she knows all the secrets in her world. All she wants is to carry on dreaming, so she wishes for dragonfly wings and bottled summer nights – and sleep that doesn't have to end. That insidious smile lingers, and she won't surrender her dreams even when her life support stumbles and dies. ii. He's a romantic with an acoustic soul and steel string scars on his fingertips. He's saving his lovesongs for a perfect girl with summer rolling off her skin and winter in her eyes, and he's never

past tense, i was more than spit to get you to sleep, i was more than a blanket, cold room, cold feet, i was more than the love songs you'd replay until our hearts beat in the same rhythms, until my eyebrows softened the creases under my eyes and our lips would find each other and mold like a sculpture. i was more than soaking through sidewalks when in defeat. through your ambulence-colored 3D glasses i became the way to look both ways before crossing streets. i became the reason life didn't crack like a soda can beneath your feet. i was the gravity you found when you fell, i was the one who could always tell when your eyes could do more than

i once knew a girl who used to try and count every star in the sky, naming the select few who burned the brightest. (she never succeeded, understandably. but hey, at least she tried.)

i am diving into the belly of the sea. my hair is tangled in seaweed and my ears are full of sand. i'm following in the shadow of a pirate's ship and discovering how impossible it is to paint its hull a more beautiful shade of rust. i'm catching glimpses of mermaids in the mirrors of an underwater kingdom and befriending anglerfish and bottlenose dolphins. + i am searching in the tide pools. i am reaching into each microscopic world and coming up with nothing but sand-encrusted fingernails and handfuls of hermit crabs. i am watching as starfish stretch their million little hands, reaching in search of something invisible to me. and my fee

close my eyes breaths like an earthquake, try to hide beneath broken mirrors what he was folded into caricatures taunting, dealing cards of his heart to my face sealing blood inside my cheeks tastes like death and arms flesh goes limp, dead animal but another breath and i close my eyes again

cover me in blood and peel off my fingernails vessel by vessel, vein by vein inside find my apologies because despite it all my heart still cries your name every night like you still have it tucked under the joint of your knee all i know is one second my ankles were breaking and i was breathing in the hairs on your leg and the next someone was holding me until the hood of his sweatshirt ran wet and suddenly my empty ribcage knocked against my chest and i whispered into his ears as he stroked the small of my back like he had known all along we'd be here in the end.

you pick apart the pieces of my heart, and i'm letting you. you, with your pointed little fingers burrowing into my chest. and i like it. while you tear the surface of my skin, dig deeper until you're so far in you start to occupy me like another myself- you could be my soul. you could be my subconscious. i will always let you in. even when it hurts. i will always let you in. [the closer, the better] because once you're here, you're mine.