SpiderwebWisher

        your lips were bleeding ichor, as you dreamt beneath the universe and i thought to myself...   i. head underwater, they watch you with cassiopeia eyes as you seep into her star-stricken skin    ii. we carved our names in hearts on the flesh of dryads, arms branched out, head full of sky ever-expanding, infinity between our fingertips, but falling leaves indicate that the tree is dying   iii. iii. you're like a flower in the winter, storm tucked behind your ears, and oblivion in the corners of your lips the summer heat is getting to your head fall-ing for you-is the season of change (but have i not changed enough for you?)

        i. to the old fisherman i once loved, you are prehistoric and bleeding salt water and broken fish bones like the red sea's flowing from your fingertips where i left you for another dawn's desire i love your sea-spangled melancholia but for what it's worth, i'm not your little fisher girl (you reeled me in and spit me out)        ii. you look beautiful, babe, when your coral-reef bones whistle and crack like seven years of bad luck wasn't good enough for you to sail with me holding on to your ship hull        iii. i am dew dressed and sun bathing in your eyes that wayward fish tailed woman's the one, you said        iv. i'm

        i. my little sailor boy, you are clockwise and fumbling your fragile wrists struggle around the edges of your wanderlust's atlas open your star spangled eyes and get your head out of the clouds you're going in circles (don't make the same mistake columbus did)        ii. the tide has pushed you away your eyes are inkshot in the candlelight your hands intwined and overrun around billowing sails and chipped wood   my little sailor boy, the seas grow cold and the skies darken the farther you stray from your treasure-locked heart don't put the anchor down (you've gone too far, now)        iii. swim the seas of stardust and vent

Do you remember me? ...No? Well then, maybe this will help you remember. I live in an village filled with children and young couples, you'll know it when you see how happy everyone is. You'll know which house I live in, it's the one which everyone stays away from, you'll see me sitting by my windowsill, watching, because it's far too cold for an old lady like me to go out. I took life for granted. The pavement will be covered completely in snow, and the children next door are laughing, but they sound far off in the distance, and I don't know if the familiarity is peaceful, or painful. That's the problem with old fellas like me. I'm not su

        i. my dear stargirl, breathe in we are lost and fragile with fragments and puzzle pieces to carry with lopsided wings and glass-bottom hearts we are unlimited (you are star stuff and daydreaming of a transient world)        ii. your mind is as vast as the dusk day, singing you a dream song lullaby everything is too good to be true, and we are blind behind melodic bird-song    wish you may and wish you might on that little star you see tonight because, that star is falling (just like you did)        iii. you are beautiful, my dear, when you cut your stories into constellations and hide them deep into the night sky but you ma

        i. when i was a little girl, i wanted to die on the countryside my lighthouse eyes straight ahead and my head laid against the cornfields to breathe in the daylight and breathe out the mo(u)rn my mama said that would be a very long time from now (i'm sorry to disappoint you, mama)         ii. my house was whisked away to oz when i fell asleep beneath the cherry-red poppies i ran and fell down the rabbit hole on the way back my hair entangled with the willow trees autumn leaves stuck to my rain boots as my jacket stuck to close to my skin and i felt human for the first time in ages (i'm not a child anymore)        iii. asleep d