on the day I finally lost the courage to say your name, it was on the tip of my tongue, thundering from every star in the sky but I couldn't comprehend it anymore.
i'm starved by the lies I was told as a child - the fairy tales, the love,  and the endless desire I hungered for.
this famine created a sermon manifesting the love we had shared, reconstructing melancholy in grief, anchoring jaded half-hearted partings within dense clouds.
perceiving sadness in vivid blues, opals smoldering within fire, saturating ignorant lips.
inhaling your soul like it's destined for me, just to become another substance blow bordering the deafening euphoria you claimed to have won.
selling my soul to the devil seems like penny-pinching compared to the apathy stifling my words.