There was another girl in her life,
her name was Crystal.
She came to her like a theif in the night,
promising solace in her cold brittle arms.
Crystal made her feel like flying,
not with wings,
but with fire in her veins.
She came to her like the cold in summer,
the warm in winter,
soft-lipped and knowing,
promising a love that never left,
a touch that never judged.
She held her close in the quiet,
when the world was too loud,
too cruel.
Crystal listened,
without questions,
just the hush of ecstasy
and a breath that smelled like escape.
With her, the nights were stars
bursting behind eyelids.
She wrapped her in silk smoke,
spun kisses of frost and flame,
and whispered:
"You’ll never need anyone but me."
Crystal was there when no one else was.
A lover,
a mother,
a savior in shimmer and sting.
She filled the cracks with lightning,
made broken feel beautiful,
made ruin taste sweet.
Crystal made her feel.
Emotions heightened.
But Crystal was a fucking lie.
She wasn’t warmth,
she was frost that burned,
a match pressed to the lips
that begged for solace.
She didn’t love her,
she used her,
like fire uses wood
until all that’s left
is ash and echo.
Crystal drained her slowly,
first the sleep,
then the hunger,
then the will.
She kissed her pulse,
then stole it.
She was the rush
before the ruin,
the high
before the hollow.
Her laughter grew quiet,
her joy grew thin,
her skin,
a parchment of stories
she no longer remembered writing.
Crystal never held her hand,
she held her hostage.
Every embrace
was a chain.
Every promise
was a blade.
She loved her
like a flame loves a moth,
dancing close,
until there was nothing left
but a flicker and a fall.
I'll never forget her,
and all her conniving ways.
Her name was Crystal...
Crystal meth...
-Cyrus K.
I want to lose myself in your love
make you my home again.
But your happiness doesn't belong to me
it is she that makes you bleed
and I watch without being seen.
I was the moth.
Not blind,
but aching.
I was not deceived by the flame,
I longed for its ruin.
To be undone in that heat,
to burn knowing,
was a worship beyond reason.
A thousand lifetimes in darkness
could never equal
one death
in such light.
-Cyrus K.
And I will kiss every single scar on your body and soul, to remind you that love doesn't
have to hurt.
Ginnie Bale
The roofs shackled deep,
Far below the spires of the churches
That not a soul wanders into
For fear of being seen and accosted.
The roofs shackled deep,
In the pockets of the pictures
That crop up on midnight lights
Every half year or so.
The roofs shackled deep,
And then held out of reach
Because blood is thicker than water
And both are bought to let.
Reap torn bodies with a bare hand
Because we'd all do it if we can,
There are those, and there's me
And then the crop of the land.
“It’s amazing how much damage can be done when you have nothing but good intentions.”
— Tom Marin
She rests in the arms
of a man who cannot feel her storm,
while I drown
in the flood she left behind.
I feel like a spider,
strung with longing,
spin webs from torn ribs
to catch the ghost of her smile.
Her laugh...
a blade I swallow each morning,
thanking it
for the pain.
I would tear the stars
from the throat of the heavens
just to watch her eyes
glimmer one more time.
My love is not gentle,
it is blood and bone and burning rope.
It is sleepless nights
stitched with screams
no one hears.
This is love,
where I am the pyre
and she,
the flame
that never stays
but never dies.
-Cyrus K.
so soft it hurts
“Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul.”
— Unknown
I do not believe there is a more dangerous and destructive force in all the world than hope, but I do not believe there is a more necessary or perfectly beautiful one either.
Tyler Knott Gregson