towers of the heat

your love builds like sharp tacks through soft skin

with flames ablaze as our conflicting beliefs strike as swords

oh glory me!

i should have bowed as you entered, my prince
but im afraid my hatred for you equals the swift entrance of your arrogance

but still

when we are alone i dread the lacing of our fingers together
i dread the way i love it so

i am but your knight to your shining rapture
the dark circles underneath your eyes
the rising of the end of times on the breath of your kiss

you are the skeleton of a tornado
a quick bridge in between better worlds
and yet oh

oh my my my

how i still love you so

your crown is creating imprints on your lovely forehead
and even with your growing ego i can see your pale face waning to a crisp sadness
my sword is also heavy

it gives me thrills to protect you my prince
that you need me as much as i need you

oh joy! oh sadness!

the way your heart leaps from your chest
trying to escape its emotion

its with bitter sorrow i admit that you love me just as much
our love is sharp and full of scabs

but oh triumph of love

i shall be your knight forever

Author's Note

let's forget i wrote this

Reviews

[Feary]

You have amazing metaphors and emotions. I love this.