Easy

There's something hauntingly familiar about the feel of him; like every groove, every inch has already been under my palm's inspection. This day a tribute to the salvageable memories, we trip down the path to remembrance and reluctant forgiveness, unlocking our minds finally to reminisce the day-old love born about a year ago. I breathe him in, his scent both comforting me and tipping me over the uneasy edge, all at the same time. An eerie thought slides into my mind; who is this boy? I'm feeling a bit insane here, wrapped in his arms, but though we're skin-to-skin, my armour clings tighter to my body and to my heart, protecting me, smothering me. The lines he traces on my body with his fingertips outline the imprint he has on my forever, his lips a luscious reminder that he will never be completely gone. Away from his allurement, his hypnotic words are all lies, sweet lies that I wish I could believe, but I know that I can't. This superficial love lives on within me, still crosses my mind at least one time a day, will always echo through every fiber in my body, no matter how hard I try to expel if from my history. It feels like here, in this room, on this day, we are reliving every peaceful and lustful memory, and it feels like a huge screen of my own past love that I watch from outside of a fogged window.

Midnight Lullaby

Black wings trimmed with gold tread across a violet sky, carrying a heavy reality that will be worn atop the head of a goddess. A goddess who glides through the city streets beneath the mask of night, her face a gorgeous constellation of the brightest stars from the farthest worlds, galaxies woven into her hair. She is doomed to search the city for a comfort she will never find, so she flies, above the rooftops, and the sorrow that she's buried deep inside. She wears her reality as an onyx crown above her conscience, and all her thoughts are painted black and gold. Her flowing dress of deep purple and black ripples across the sky as she soars through the night in search of love.