You still look like God, you're built on stilts. Face in shadow, towering above, carved out of soap. I want to grow up to meet your eyes. I want to reach up and pull you down to my face, so I can talk into you. I'll learn to be tall as the Sun and to shine down over you, pouring light into your corners, seeing all of you at once. I'll bring myself to your height, and suddenly, we'll be like waves crashing into one another and settling back into the sea. Swimming in mirrors, your image and mine pressed like silhouettes onto an endlessness of white, dividing the world in half.

To catch a wisp of your hair in my fingers. You're the picture in my locket when it opens to a heart. I'm always looking for you in the rooms of my head, turning on the lights at night and whispering your name into the space. Are you there? Are you listening? I wait for the reply, the echo of my lonely notes upon the air. You are there, some hidden, lurking presence existing on the edge of every feeling like a slipping memory. I want to touch you before you're gone. I knew when I first met you that if we would end, we'd end violently. Flames in my head, everything exploding, apocalypse. Fire, fire, fire.

You're sleeping now, and I can see the way you look with closed eyelids. I hope I always wake up before you, and can watch them flutter open, smile spread across your face.

Righteous.

That's so beautifully written.

<3
Larissaface

this makes me sad....because it used to be me