i know i will find you amongst
the ending of planets and
the crashing of stars,
because just like me
you carry a penchant for
the beauty of tragedy
❐ a story of two people that were doomed since the moment
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you asked me what was my favourite sky, and i told you i liked bleeding sunsets and flaming clouds with gold bordered sunlight. but you preferred asphyxiating skies sputtering with stars; perhaps because you were the one who always managed to rip my breaths away and taint them with oleanders and belladonna.
we loved in shades of burning vermillion and ochre because to us love was not a warm fuzzy feeling that bloomed like cherry blossoms in the balmy breeze of spring and fell off yellow and olive brown tree tops in fall. for us, love was the searing rays of blue suns that carried atomic detonations in their helium cores and charred everything with their torrid and cruel ultraviolence.
you tell me that sometimes you need to bleed yourself open till your veins run dry and your eyes become lifeless sapphires covered with dusted pain; because you can't ever love someone with nectared words and fluttering kisses that set off gilded butterflies trapped between rib cages and beating hearts.
you only love to destroy the person, and yet i stayed.
because i would rather be mercilessly thrown into the tides of pain and malevolence than feel nothing at all. i wanted to feel something; my life had been a ceaseless loop of white noise being played on rusted metallic gramophones and for once i wanted to feel something. anything at all. it didn't matter if you cut me open till the floor was stained with my rotting crimson and acidic tears, i would have rather loved you than love nothing at all.
