sometimes i lie, in the dim light of sunrise
just perceiving you, barely believing
you, heavy breathing and guileless dreaming,
haven’t yet awoken and realised
that this probably isn’t worth your time
and it’s inevitable you’ll leave me behind.
as i lie in the arms of my angel, i ponder
that a painted face, a painted smile of mine
has never fooled you, you’re too divine.
you collided straight into my heart and soul,
saw my weakness, flaws, troubles and all
just as i saw yours, and despite it all, we fall.
you stir in your sleep and i sigh,
catching the slightest glimpse of your eyes,
those eyes that seem to mirror mine and
that can beam with so much love and
so much hate, depending on the day.
god i hope that you never go away.
i don’t think you will, i don’t think you’ll stray
despite all the wicked games that we play,
heartbreak and pain, lies and rejection
all begin to feel more like divine redirection
when we’re two halves completing a whole
twin flames dancing atop of tear-stained coal.
Ella Johnson is a final year English student with a passion for politics, pop culture and literature. She also acts as Lifestyle Chief Editor and the 20/21 Secretary & Wellbeing Officer for LSM. You can find her on Instagram here