when the sky is dark and stars are scattered up above us,

when the night air is cool, the wind nothing but a faint whisper,

and the clouds have gone to hide. leaving the heavens exposed to naïve eyes,

that is when i feel at one. 

will you promise to stay until the sun comes up, until the sky black and littered with stars turns to the comforting orange and yellow of a new day? 

you say yes, and i ask you to promise again tomorrow. 

mind overrun with unnerving delusions, unable to comprehend realistic conclusions. 

they’re out to get me, but nobody will listen. nobody believes someone in this condition.

i draw the line but its always crossed. maybe when i’m dead i’ll be able to think more clearly. 

my love is spare change,

left behind in your pocket. 

a photograph kept

in a lost heart shaped locket. 

-e.t.

is it unfair i want to call you mine?

hounds of love