matthew and his constellation.

 

of Ferr Legaspi

My heart swells as I look at you. An abstract painting lost in the sea of life and confusion. The loss in your eyes is the constellation I weave through my fingers. Your sentiments and sensitivity let the water flow in the bloodless veins of my heart until we are blue. We are all blue, anyway. The winter, the color of your eyes, the shade of my lungs and the hue of your breath. Both cold and enticing. I want to keep you in the forest, away from all the hunters who dare to show their strength by the kiss of their venomous lips. But I will show you that I will win. It is not the matter of my lack of gravity and blossomed flaws, dear, that will make you stay a little longer with me than those who already left you. I will never find a home for you. I will never save you from a thousand more losses and deaths. I will never carry your tears when all you can do is weep. But I will stay in your brokenness and corrupted heart to match the one I have. And beneath the immaculate darkness of love I have for you, you are helpless. You will feel the loneliness you long for in my arms, my dear. You will not resist. You will crave and submit. And tonight, we will watch the stars bleed before we sleep.


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33 thoughts on “matthew and his constellation.

  1. I like how you say you can never abandon writing–that it is one of your homes! I am right there with you. Even in the tumultuous year of my student teaching and first years in my own classroom, I couldn’t abandon fiction. Perhaps it even helped me to survive. πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you, Ms. Michellejoycebond! Writing fiction really helped me to survive even until today! πŸ˜€ I think it would torture me if I abandon it. πŸ˜€

      Thanks again, Ms. Michellejoycebond and Happy Holidays! πŸ˜€

  2. ‘Writing is oxygen.’ That’s a wonderful idea, and one to which I can relate, being that I often find the need to put pen to paper. And I love the notion of being permanently supplied with material from your own mind – how it works its way into the veins. Writing is, for some, truly a part of the person: mind body and soul.

    1. Greetings, Ms. Maria!

      I am very glad that you have enjoyed my post. The feeling’s warm and thank you for your wonderful words. You have made my day!

      God bless you. πŸ™‚ Have a great day, as well.

      Matthew

      1. Oh my goodness, that’s so beautiful, like attracts like; it’s always amazing to witness such an occurrence!

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