[Note from Frolic: We are so excited to announce our new series of modern love poetry from the top poets on Instagram. Next up, we welcome @adelle.woods.]
the sun & the moon
our eyes meet,
like rain on a
summer’s day;
a collision
of ice
and fire.
a disaster
and
a masterpiece
all in one.
you & me,
the world
at our feet.
we are
two hearts,
two minds,
two skeletons.
my breath
seeps into
your lungs
and we come
to breathe
as one.
we, like the sun
and the moon,
share the same
night sky.
we love
the same way
we hate;
fearlessly.
boldly.
recklessly.
if I break,
you will break too,
and there is something
beautiful
about that.
my hand
will slip
from yours
someday.
the void
between us
will grow
and empty space
will wrap its hands
around my throat.
but as long
as the stars
stay pinned
to the sky,
I will stay
pinned
to you.
under the cover of darkness
I crack my knuckles
on your shoulder
when the sun goes down.
life is easier to swallow
when I feel your pulse
beneath my fingertips.
⠀
when we wake,
the sky will be
above us again,
the ground will be
underneath us,
and the shadows
on the walls
will dissipate
with each inhale.
we’ll feel alive again.
⠀
it’s always easier to breathe
under the cover of darkness.
when we can’t see
the tendrils of smoke
curling around our chest,
we don’t have to worry
about dying.
about death.
about the monsters
in our heads.
⠀
we’ve been here before,
where we touch
and the world
threatens to explode.
but I’d rather burn
than forget
what your skin
feels like.
it is a home
for my bones
to be laid to rest
when the sun descends
behind the horizon.
⠀
I have a lot to lose
and so do you.
so, we’ll burn until
the day is through.
making friends with a hurricane
I believe that
love fades with time,
like a painting upon a wall
that has seen decades
traipse by.
the paint may fade,
but the memory
is likely to stay.
my love for you
was a hurricane
and I dismantled it
in my trembling hands
when I realised
it was going
to destroy me.
I am on a warpath
to redemption
and you’re still drowning
inside yourself.
and you can’t save someone
who has no interest
in being saved.
you’re an infection
that is still spreading
across my skin,
but I can’t cut
the infection out
without losing
a vital part
of myself, too.
I don’t want to lose you.
I don’t want you to become
a distant memory
like a fading painting
on a wall.
but you’ve held
my mind hostage
for far too long
and I need
to breathe
again.
how do you walk away
from a person
who once used to be
your home?
our hands
have never touched
and we’ve never breathed
the same air,
but I placed my heart
into your hands
after you promised me
there’d be safety
with you.
but safety haunts me
like a restless ghost
and this home
is crumbling
before my eyes.
you’re still
trying to drag me
under the surface
and I’m still
gasping
for air.
but I’ll hold my breath
knowing one day
our hearts
will find a home
elsewhere.
About the Author:
twenty years old. south australian. writer of prose & poetry. fangirl. wanderess. dog lover. music addict. tv show binger.
Connect with Adelle:
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/adelle.woods/
Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/adellewoods
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/29000649-adelle
