Jan 23


while we have this time together,
i want to waste not a minute of it.
the petrichor nights and 
the delicate days,
i want to spend them all with you.
i want to breath in the moon and its 
white stagnant light while our
fingers get tangled in the 
i want for nothing but to write odes
in the black ink of night and
steal words from
the lips of the earth.
i have never liked the ocean,
but i want to swim with you
through the night sky
as the darkness washes over the
horizon like the tide.

goodbyes gone unspoken are always 
the most bittersweet,
so if you must leave, do it
without saying so.