May either be the reason of heavenly delight or terrifying ache

We've grown claws instead of nails,
and now they're tearing at our throats
leaving feral cuts.

Like a single atom that impossibly wants to split,
we're digging our claws into each others' skin.
Exposing wounds,
spilling guts.
"Careful, you might slip on 'em," she smiled,
not human like;
teeth sharp and menacing.

I did.
And now she lathers her hair with my blood.
A shiny red prize as she rises to the top;
a red supernova,
preaching about what is right and wrong.

Two atoms.

A miracle.

I sit down on the earth,
watching you rise, tending to my wounds.
And I tend, and I tend.
And I tend.

Heal.

Claws; I'm ready.

One day you'll dim and fall,
And I'll just walk away.

Not a supernova,
not an angel,
not a monster.

I'm a human;
body and soul,
and I won't let you waste my energy
no more.

I pour myself into
your glass each night,
a toxic taste, I beg
for you to choke on.

You drain our bottle
dry, drinking desert
laps but still thirsting
for Pacific oceans.

Delving into firework
taste-buds, savouring
how we spill so easily in
nights drunken palms.

Telling me I'm cheap
stuff, liquid eyes that
keep you sober, but are
still a tempting sip.

I know we're done
I've seen this coming
Those ties binding our heart
Break all of a sudden
I've watched as we started building walls
Made with shame and guilt
I am there when our world shift into a different axis
A world without me and you
I've noticed how our everything turns to nothing
Those cold treatments
Those eyes that seemed to focus on anything but me
And those smiles I wished I was the reason
I know its the end of our story
But I don't want a trajic ending
I'm still hoping one day you'll come back
And together we'll break these borders