Bring Me Back The Dark

Bring me back the dark.

Bring me back the ink that surrounded us.

Bring me back the silence that hid our embrace, the blackness that shrouded us in secrets.

Bring back the safety it provided.

Bring back the secret silent dark that coated our fingertips as we traced the planes of each other's bodies, leaving streaks of night behind.

Bring back the colourless beauty that dripped from our lips as they parted, metallic and sweet and contradictory.

I miss the purpled stains I used to leave on you, kiss-prints and finger-prints and bruises.

You could bring them back, if you wanted.

You want to. I see it.

I see it in your eyes, your lips, the small of your back.I see it in the swirling ink stains you've left there as reminders.

I don't want reminders.

They are empty, hollow.

They can't bring me anything more than that.

But you.

You can bring me back the feeling.

You can bring me back the pain.

You bring me back.

Back to the silent suffering of patience.

Back to the patient movements of stars.

The stars you kept in your heart, tiny and warm and bright and so real.

You could tear them down and keep them trapped beneath our woven fingers, carefully allowing me a glance at the tiny pinpricks of light that glow inside you.

You allow me careful glances, nothing more, because you know the dark is better for me.

The pain is better than the joy.

The night is better than the dawn.

The silence is better.

The silence holds so much.

The music of us.

The ecstasy of dark.

The synonymity of the two.

The beauty of you.

You are beautiful.

I tell you often.

I tell you when I kiss you, drinking you in.

I tell you when I hold you, pulling you into me tightly as we breathe together.

I tell you every time we lock eyes, because I know there's no point in hiding it.

You see through me every time.

I fall to pieces in front of you as you pick through the bits that make me who I am.

The pieces that are broken, the pieces that kill you to see because you tried so hard to fix me.

It's funny that you should try.

I never thought I needed it, before you came.

You came and opened me up, split me apart and cracked me wide.

You found the problems I was hiding, the ones I'd hidden so well even I didn't know they existed any more.You saw them and took me and patched me up, because I was doing the same to you.

And when you realised I was unfixable, you led me into the dark to show me just how good broken could be.

In the dark, it was just us.

No pieces, no brokenness, no right or wrong or anything but night and ink and blackness.

The sweet night.

The bloody ink.

The silent blackness.

Bring me back the dark.