I grow weary of this consumptive heart of mine. Weary of the empty promises of “this time will be different” even though we both know I am a terrible liar. Weary of echoed romantic mishaps. We tell ourselves mistakes happen so we learn. If I stubbornly repeat them - what’s the lesson there? A glutton for punishment, prehaps? If gluttonous, then I am a glutton gorged on the feast of romance. I wantonly devour hearts in vain hopes they will satiate my insatiable hunger. I descend upon affection as a starved creature driven half-mad with craving.

Love is not a destructive fire ablaze with passion; all consuming. That is lustful attraction. I must not mistake that fickle heat for the true nourishment I crave. Love’s light comes from the small, comforting glow; warming on even the chilliest of nights. When I am with you, I wonder: have I found it at last? I have been wrong so often before; I so fiercely want to be right. If it is love, then I must proceed with more caution. I must kindle and maintain this joyful spark, but also remember not to smother in my desperation to be ever closer. I must keep my gluttonous nature in control, my love, or I fear it will consume us both.

Decimation in my chest.
All that remains from our burning,
consuming,
destroying love.
The inferno was short lived,
subsided,
asphyxiated by your icy words.
I’m left to suffocate in the ashes.
Soon, rekindled by a gentler
nurturing soul.
The newborn embers smolder in my heart.
Warm.
I bask in the amber glow.

Our love was an inferno engulfing
and maiming.
His love is a campfire I toast marshmallows over

Evil Ice King kidnapping princesses.

Like icicles in winter, his fragile grasp cannot hold them for long.

Can Finn save them? He must. He promised.

But even the bravest warriors fear water.

Swimming across the frozen moat,

Princess Bubblegum’s kiss ignited his courage.

Finn yells

“Give them back, you gigantic snowball!”

Day saved once more by Batman in a cat hat

and Robin the yellow dog.

An adventurer minus his dog equals one lonely guy.

Jake the dog and Finn the human, the fun never ends.

She resents her body

for needing

constant upkeep.

Bathing. Plucking. Shaving.

Victory lost after a good night’s sleep.

the look in your eye
the way that you say her name
the text messages

you disagree, but
she’s there. in your cornea.
perched on your eyelash 

illreligious muse
you fill my brain to the rim
with a single glance

please, just keep it all

keep your poisoned words
spoiled mana from above
it churns my stomach 

you graced my dreams last night as so many before
tip-toeing through my mind
unwelcome phantom intruder
disrupting my daytime peace with
nighttime doubts

but last night was different

you sat
unnoticed in the crowd until
my companion pointed you out
“there he is”
i recognized your face and striped collared shirt
but didn’t really care
kept walking

for the first time upon waking, my face was dry
i felt light
your dream doppleganger unaffected me
gave me permission to finally
finally
let you go

one of my favorite shows is sadly no longer on air.

i first saw pushing daisies sophomore year of high school and immediately fell in love with the quirky surreal feel of the show. i love how the entire show is narrated by a tim burton-esque man and how the characters are referred to as “the pie maker” or “lonely tourist charlotte charles.” it gave the show an almost fairytale quality that i absolutely adore.

also, because the show featured kristin chenoweth and ellen greene, there were oftentimes moments of spontaneous song (another thing i absolutely adore).

i also love the relationship between chuck and ned. call me a romantic, but i love the idea that two people can still be madly in love without physical touch.

for those of you who don’t know the show’s plot, ned is a young boy when he discovers he has the ability to bring dead things back to life with a touch when his dog digby gets hit by a truck. he also revives his mother in the kitchen after she suffers a ruptured blood vessel in her brain. but if a dead thing is alive for longer than a minute, something else has to die to take its place. by resurrecting his mother, he accidently kills the father of charlotte charles (chuck) who lives next door. then, that night, he learns the third rule to his powers. the first touch is life, but the second touch is dead forever. when his mother kisses him goodnight, she dies. again. permanently.

years pass and ned becomes the pie maker who owns a shop called the pie hole. he works with emerson cod who is a private detective who knows ned’s secret. essentially, ned touches murder victims, asks who killed them, touches them again and then he and emerson split the reward.

this is how he meets chuck again.

she’s been murdered.

but, when ned touches her to bring her back to life, he can’t bear to see her die again and decides to keep her alive. the two fall in love, but because ned brought her to life again, he can never touch her.

but that’s alright, because the two are still madly in love. they find adorable ways around their…um…problem. liiiiiike dancing in bee suits

and seran wrap kisses

and holding hands.

well okay their own hands. but still adorable in every way.

unfortunately, the show was cancelled waaaay earlier than writers intended so the last episode wraps up ridiculously quickly.

but, the show will always hold a special place in my heart.

oh, and here’s some of my favorite quotes:

Emerson: You sound like one of them narcoleptics.
Ned: I suffer from sudden and frequent bouts of sleep?
Emerson: No no no what’s the other one?
Ned: Necrophiliac?
Emerson: Yeah that’s it. Words that sound alike get mixed up in my head.
Olive: Me too. I used to think masturbation meant chewing your food.(pause) I don’t think that anymore.

Ned: You’re supposed to be dead. This is pushing your luck.
Chuck: Yeah, well, luck pushed me first.

Chuck: You can’t just touch someone’s life and be done with it.
Ned: Yes I can. That’s how I roll.

Chuck: You love secrets. You want to marry secrets and have little half-secret half-human babies.

Emerson: The truth ain’t like puppies, a bunch of them running around, you pick your favorite. One truth and it has come a knockin’.

Olive: Can I ask you a question?
Fredo: Of course.
Olive: If you loved me a nd we could never ever ever touch, wouldn’t you eventually get over it and move on, letting someone else have the slightest hope that you might move onto them?
Fredo: If I loved you then I would love you in any way I could. And if we could not touch, then I would draw strength from your beauty. And if I went blind then I would fill my soul with the sound of your voice and the contents of your thoughts until the last spark of my love for you lit the shabby darkness of my dying mind.

Vivian: It used to make you so happy the water. I think it’s brave to try to be happy. You’ve gotten so comfortable being unhappy. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to wake up in the morning and choose to be happy, to let the water wash everything away?

Ned: You’re the only one for me.
Chuck: I know you feel that now, but there are things you want. There are things we both want.
Ned: Everyone wants stuff. We wake up every day with a list of wishes a mile long and maybe we spend our lives trying to make those wishes come true. But just because we want them doesn’t mean we need them to be happy.
Chuck: What do you need to be happy?
Ned: You.

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