i burned.
i kissed the flames in the
heat of the moment
playing on words. yes. it was
all a joke to me
when i loved
loved
loved.
this is my noun:
romanticism.
"i love you"
i wish i had. i wish
i loved you. i wish
i hadn't fallen into
"i love who i want to be"
i wanted myself to burn.
i wanted myself to feel
in a different way.
in a forgiving way.
i wanted to hurt.
they pointed the gun at
you. they took the bullet
for you.
they wish it had killed
them instead.
"euphoria is my dysphoria"
you were god.
i was mortal.
"i loved who i wanted to be."
i loved
loved
loved
god.
perfection was my religion.
i didn't worship - no,
not me.
i want to say
i am a martyr, but
how can
i? i only preached.
i never practised.
incomplete