worshipping you
is the only religion i know;
being alone with you
is the only heaven i want to be sent to.

maybe if i wrap our memories
in cellophane
they won't escape me
like you did.

i'll never understand
how you can both
light me up
brighter than the sun,
yet our memories
can still eat me
from the inside out
leaving me aching
like a black hole,
burning me completely.

you see my darkness as a burden;
he helped me wear it like a crown.

the worst part is,
you felt like coming home.

crimson hair on soft pillows
like flames on water
darkness felt like home to us,
spending each night
talking to the stars
your teeth tracing my veins
my touch
enough to contort you.
our nights became ritualistic
your pulse pushing out your skin
shadows finding shadows
your demons meeting mine,
the moon was burning
my heart on fire
you are my muse.

out of all of the ways to die,
you are my favourite.