We are flawed, wrecked,
Mere threads away from ripping apart.
Tell me one last time -
But your jaw won't form real words.
We are moving too quickly,
And this moment is more than content alone.
Casting shadows stranger than the rest,
We wake in moonlight.
Your sigh sinks and falls,
Landing softly at our feet
And encompassing us like a galaxy.
You are an explosion without momentum,
And bless you - you're like trying to touch fire -
I feel ordained by my attempt.
Something cracks and something rises,
The ghosts return and become
Living, breathing bodies again,
Breath hitching like earthquakes and thunder.
It's too loud, it's too much,
Like being underwater for too long -
We're choking on air.
Honey molasses and blooming flowers -
It's in our blood and we're immortal,
Voices like fairy bells.
We are gods and men,
***** angels -
Holy in the wickedest possible way.
Do you believe in fate?
The turn of your eyes speaks the truth -
Cracks it wide open,
And it looks like this.
It's the wrong question, but it feels right -
Talk me down from my high;
It doesn't taste as good as the rest.
Maybe we're forgiven - 
Who knows what will happen?
Isn't this enough?
We don't speak - let go, let go -
Let go of holding on too tightly,
And this hurts so bad,
It feels remarkably good.
We're going down.
Come, this way -
Tonight is for us -
It's our god ****** hour of need.
Again and again- and for the last time now,
We just are.