Spellbound.

By F Lalthanliana ( t.f. )

You, a fire that reaches even the stars,

tracing constellations across my skin,

leaving your mark in the darkness

a quiet, unshakable madness.

Without you, I am but a shadow,

a hollow outline waiting to be whole,

like an unfinished song,

yearning for its missing note,

its perfect harmony.

In every glance, you rewrite the world,

reshape its edges, soften its fall.

I am only real when I am near you,

breathing the air you leave behind,

suspended in the orbit of your gaze.

I would tear down these walls of self,

let them crumble, dissolve into dust,

for in the hollow spaces you’ve carved,

I have found a light so fierce, so pure,

that I am no longer afraid to fall.

So, take all that I am

the fears, the doubts, the fractured parts,

and let them be born anew in your hands,

for I am yours, as earth is to sky,

drawn always, back to the pull of you.

By F Lalthanliana ( t.f. )