Never Fall In Love With A Writer

Never approach a writer

They live 

on the backbones

of untamed metaphors ;

picking wildflowers

in their free time

the way

they pick words

in order to

describe death.

Never speak to a writer 

They have X-ray eyes

that will look through you ;

picking at every scab

until it bleeds

something beautiful. 

When they speak

you will be mesmerized

for it seems 

the universe’s secrets

are hidden

under their tongues.

Never accept a writer

They will cut open

their ribcage 

letting their black butterflies

flutter free ;

you will cup them

in your hands gently

and keep them

in your gut 

as they knew you would.

Never kiss a writer

You will taste 

the melancholy 

on their lips

and their hands

will mark your skin 

with stardust.

You will never

feel this beautiful again.