#anakin x obi wan

I’m still surprised

whenever I exhale and

there’s

no frost.

This beloved ice inside of me:

endless devotion to a

heartache

that’ll

never stray.

A snow angel in moonlight.

Do you remember how I loved you most?

I remember you.

Beloved boy,

my hands are shaking

and

the familiar tears are in my eyes once more.

I love you

but

I must be kind to myself, too,

so I close my shaking palms

(forever empty)

and blink my

forever wet eyes.

Beloved boy:

beloved heartbreak.

I love you most of all.

Beloved boy turned to broken man,

who held his heart like glass in his hands.

Give it to me.

Give it to me and dry your eyes.

My scarred palms know this task well.

Cruelty held in my mouth,

I shape your name so

sweetly

with my lips:

absolutions.

Lonely boy turns into lonely man -

lonely boy with ever-empty hands.

Lonely boy ripped from his mother -

lonely boy who never believed love from another.

Lonely boy who was so sweet -

lonely boy, now picking blood from his teeth.

Lonely boy, let reason wake.

Lonely boy, let go of your heartbreak.

Lonely boy, you’re all I hold dear.

Lonely boy, you’re all that I fear.

Lonely boy, enshrouded with sorrow -

lonely boy, don’t leave me tomorrow.

Lonely boy, please don’t go.

Lonely boy, I love you so.

Lonely boy, please trust my love.

Lonely boy, aren’t I enough?

An open circle

of

salt and fire -

never complete.

I wandered into your

haunted house

and you made me put on

a ghost’s clothes and smile.

And,

for a moment,

the joy in your eyes was enough

(I was enough)

before it turned into

rage,

hurt,

longing.

My poltergeist boy,

with betrayal in your bones,

I love you.

Let specters dance between us -

for they can’t dry any tears.

Bury me in this

wailing graveyard

beside you.

Bury me holding you close.

My whole world and my

whole goddamn heart break:

beloved berserker

in my porcelain

hands.

The brightest star I orbited

fell out of the sky

and

crashed into me.

And it was the

loveliest pain

staring into your shine.

It was the loveliest pain

until

the inevitable destruction.

Sunlight and

fire.

Dewdrops and

tears.

Some honesty:

some days

(like today)

I am

99% salt water

and

1% regret.

(And yet, still 100% yours.)

Today is your birthday.

At first:

Joy, excitement,

love.

Then:

Bitter memories,

grief, pain, and

still

love.

Across the universe,

the tide of you sweeps in and

destroys

my sandcastle court

once again.

The pounding riptide

inevitability of

sorrow.

Today is your birthday.

Lingering longing

cupped in

shaking hands;

beloved boy forever

watched

behind

closed eyes;

shuddering sobs

stifled through

smiling teeth.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

I want you, I want you, I want you.

I fear you, I fear you, I fear you.

Hiding light in

shadowed sorrow.

Darling,

your

love and devotion

is worth more than a

collar

around your neck.

One day,

beloved,

you will learn that

love

doesn’t have to taste of

sacrifice,

longing,

and

pain.

One day,

beloved,

you will be enough.

rsblmng:

When the heat begins to roil and bluster,

sticky sweet and after-tinged sour,

I can almost taste you in the air -

of forgotten nights and

almost kisses,

hands clenching around nothing -

oh, I can almost taste you.

Of soft hearts and fanged mouths:

what does a

monster‘s kiss

taste

like if it’s

everything you’ve been waiting for?

I told the truth

and

broke both our hearts.

I told the truth

and

you called me a liar.