You once told me that you hated dancing. You said it with so much vehemence that I never pushed it. It was one of those things that I told myself I’d set aside to keep you.
But one night, a year after we’d met, I’d grown tired of watching all the other lovers laughing and swaying on the dance floor, and although I never said a word, you could tell. You turned to me, meekly, you took my hand in yours, and you said, with a strain in your voice, “Would you like to dance?”
That was when I knew. You were it for me. You were it.
I got me a mouthful of loose teeth again, grinning all bloody in the smudged mirror; I shove them back in with shaky fingers and then clench my jaw shut until I feel the roots stabbing up in my gums, pain throbbing till I can hear it in my ears - a pulse, a beat - I am alive, warm salty blood still flows, spilling from the corners of my lips, Jackson Pollock-ing the white canvas of the sink as it drips. I have an ocean in my mouth and I can’t fight the tide anymore, I open up and it starts to pour out - teeth flying like projectiles, cracking the mirror, my face all crooked and screwed up, splintering with every tooth that pings into my reflection. Shards start falling to the ground, I jump back with bare feet trying to evade further injury, backing away, running, running backwards from the crimson crime scene before me, I can’t see what’s behind me - there’s something behind me!! I feel it looming, I just know, but I’d rather back into the unknown than face that horror show one moment longer - suddenly I lose my footing and I’m falling, stomach flying into my toothless mouth - I’m headed straight down an endless cliff waiting for the impact to splat but instead I am awakened - sat straight up in bed with sheets covered in sweat, I lift my hand to my mouth; my teeth still intact.
The word fire, is one of the many ways I would describe myself. Since I quickly react to things in a dramatic way, and when I react it causes harm for the people around myself. You think I can only light a match up but my potential can lead up to burning the whole forest down. Why don’t we show this world what we’re made up of, and light up this world on fire?
taking yourself out for dinner. sketches in the margins of your notebook. being lovers for the first time. wild and free like a wildfire. little poems. dyeing your hair a crazy colour. long road trips. bright lens flares and neon lights. watching disney movies late at night. cities during the day time. buildings overgrown with vines. vintage champagne. standing at crossroads. falling in love. unwrapping presents. staying out till late just celebrating life. inhaling every moment.
Far away from the world,
In my made-do bed, I curled,
I wake up to the sounds of waves,
Crashing against the ship’s hull in raves.
This voyage has gone on since as far as I can remember,
I muffle my eyes, waking up from my slumber,
Away from the realities of life,
I breathe in a deep sigh of relief,
I put on my clothes and go out on the deck,
Cool breeze greets me, as on my cheeks raindrops peck,
Looking out at the sea,
From the worries of life I flee,
I can hear the captain’s voice,
Muffled in between the sounds of the water,
Breakfast’s ready, come and eat and don’t make much noise,
Sounds are coming from the rooms, of laughter,
I make my way to the lowest deck,
Looking out into the horizon, my breakfast I take,
Coming to a seat by the rails,
I begin to eat, as the Captain adjusts ship’s sails,
Something passes by in my line of vision,
Curious to find, I alter my position,
Astonished to actually believe what I was seeing,
A glistening green bottle with a cork, there below me, swimming,
I couldn’t reach out to grab it,
So before the deck was lit,
I jump into the water, quiet as a mouse,
Reaching the bottle, a roll of parchment inside,
Securing the bottle in my pocket I climb back up on the side,
Sneaking back to my cabin,
I closed the door in quick anticipation,
Changing my clothes and drying my skin,
I looked at the bottle with the parchment in fascination,
Uncorking it to take out the parchment,
I reached my desk switching on the lamp filament,
I read the message in the bottle,
A letter of sorts to her loved one, whom she lost to the great battle,
The one that was fought at sea,
Her lover, a navy marine, since then on a missing spree.
Good to see you smile
Hope you are doing fine
You don’t have to drop any colours this time
I am only here to see you smile
My unicorn of the divine
Apricot smiles having the elixir of life
Helping the lost find their way
I have nothing to say
Maybe this beast of burden
Will try again
At Hell’s gateway
You deserve the love you keep trying to give everyone else. You are a rare breed, sparking and gleaming in a world that does not yet understand what it means to love ferociously. You deserve to find someone who does not ask you to lessen your roar, who is in awe of the magnitude by which your passion burns. You deserve to find someone who will only ever want to add to your fire, someone who will use their own matchstick heart to encourage your passion, to magnify your flame. Until then, use the world as your kindling, use experience as your coal. Grow your love like a wildfire, and never back down from its heat; never let them dim its light.