i promised you
to never hurt myself again
but you also promised me
to never leave my side

you did, anyway.

because there will always be
someone, somewhere
who becomes the main role
in your movie.

and that person won't be
me.

I wrote poems on your skin and the ink is permanent, my dear, even though our story isn't. You've always been the person who stopped me from digging my own grave and taught me that death isn't a good friend and I'm so glad that I met you in the first place. You're not the shelter that protected me from the storm but it's okay, I enjoy the aftershock of your lightning anyway. So thank you... for everything.

I love you. I do. And I don't have to own you to know it.

It's my birthday tomorrow.
Another casual day,
repeated every year
The only difference
is that it takes me
one step closer
to death.

Struggling to deal with parts of this relationship I cannot stand- you, off high or drunk, leaving me alone for months at a time. The way a door for infidelity opens, far too warm. While you're off in your own world, doing I-will-never-know what, a golden lion boy holds his hand out, purring words of pure honey.