Falling in love with you is like watching a genocide from the comfrot of my grave
Like our *** is some kind of biblical analogy for everything that should have lived,
but couldn't
There are prophets holding art exhibitions beneath your skin,
and I can't help but feel like it's my god-given right to undress you,
like you're my seventh seal
We've romanticize death like a Shakespearean concept,
all passion and prejudice and perceptive pain,
but baby you look so beautiful when you're fighting to live

Faltered by that look in your eyes
I went back on all those things I said.
Because seeing you,
Because seeing the way you gaze at me
Made me fall in love with you,
All over again.

Silence eroded like
Mountains in my
Chest.
Each intake of breath as
Misspoken words
Left.

Consider the stars;
Let them illuminate
Your dark.