11/08/2025
Doing that thing where I try to share more poetry because ultimately I’m just full of poems.
Hundreds & thousands of poems sit in my notepad & I’m trying to make more see the light day.
“If I Could Let You Wreck Me”
There are nights I dream of ruin—
of your hands unmaking me,
slowly, reverently,
like prayer turned to hunger.
I imagine the world collapsing softly
between our ribs,
your mouth naming each star
before it dies against my skin.
I would give you everything—
every filament of light,
every trembling shard of soul—
just to watch you scatter me
across the horizon,
just to see what color I make
when I explode.
There is something holy
in the way you look at me—
a spiral, a secret,
a danger too divine to touch.
I see the universe remembering itself
through the shape of your breath.
And gods,
how I ache to lose myself there,
to drown in that remembering.
But I cannot.
There are still whispers that call me home
from corners of the unseen.
There are voices that rise through water and bone,
telling me not to go to sleep yet,
not to lay my fire down in the arms of another storm.
There are threads of fate I have yet to untangle,
faces I have yet to recognize across lifetimes,
spirits who still wait for my breath
to bridge the distance between worlds.
I am still meant to walk between veils,
to listen where no sound exists,
to speak where only silence has lived.
There is work that breathes through me—
a rhythm that hums beneath my ribs,
pulling me toward the ones
who have not yet remembered
not yet lived.
And so I stay—
anchored, trembling, alive.
I hold the center of my fire
even as I long to let it devour me.
Still—
if the stars were silent,
if the voices dimmed,
if the wind forgot my name for just one night…
I would hand you my pulse,
my dust,
my everything—
and let you wreck me
into eternity.
