beating hearts

my heart beats once a day for you. and bleeds without your smile. but the bleeding keeps me alive. the passion pumps the curing poison to the rest of my body leaving a trace of numbness. if i retrace my steps i find myself back in my heart-lost yet again.  my otherworldly heart that holds no case in this rainy town. this town called home where i can stay in my box forever, looking outside the window to count how many flowers sway with one petal, mocking me as they sing 'he loves me not'.

who are you and what have you done to me.
like an addiction i crave your saliva. warm and sweet at the bed of my tongue.
consoling is your breath against my skin, waking up the hairs that stand in the familiar wind of your foreign love.
stirring is the shade of amber that muddles the connection between us as bodies and mends our souls as one beating heart, one understanding. a conversation no longer bonded to spoken human words- leaving our souls flying free to the rhythm of our beating hearts.
disturbing is the language we share.
all this time i thought i lived alone on my planet.
i loved it that way
no one understood my language or ways so i found an empty planet to call my own, and i was free to fly and create and destroy as i pleased. thinking you didn't exist left me ignorantly blissful.
but now i sit on my planet, knowing your on yours.
cruelty is the perfect companionship that was tested and taken away.
should i hate you or love you for existing?
should i reach you or continue to pretend you don't exist.
i do not have the choice. you took my own ability to choose away from me. it no longer feels like my planet with my rules.
can you feel our hearts beating? its an abiding sound, as silent as the colors at dawn that humbly paint your essence on the canvas of my soul.
far away yet right here. our beats will never break apart. mind, body and soul may, but our heart beats can not.

these are human words which you will read and decipher. and i will only hope that you could weed out the message and come flying home.

"Infinite silence flowing in with the dawn...

And we fall asleep again with ties to mend"