Who would have thought the titan of my heart has taken aim to **** me for selfish reasons. You are a dark design. And I don't deserve to be here bathing in your torture; and every time I think of you my heart dies another death.
I think my love might be alive. Birthed in my loneliness, nurtured by you, lured into the fire, aged with a fool's hope, dressed in black, hungry for pain, looking for more, lived enough, waiting to die.
You exist softly between the tender rain and warm candles that burns unto the cold night. You're too delicate for me to touch with my fire hands. You're too beautiful for me to ruin.
But I want you so much, I need to see your blood. To break you til the point of beauty. To study you in pain. I set fire to the things I like and if it burns bright then I'm all game.
But you don't deserve this, and you don't deserve me. So I'm letting you go because better creatures can love you.
Look at you; a carved beauty. How patiently were you made? Did you know the star cries for you? Did you know the skies bend to you? Are you lonely? To be at such height no one dares attempt. To be burning so beautifully. To be fire. To be the lion of everyone's heart.
I'm lonely too. But of a different kind. You're alone at being perfect. I'm lonely to be the thing you don't want to ****.