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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pastel filters of cracked starlight illuminate your boundless pulchritude that could make galaxies shrivel and comets to burst with fiery sparks. i wanted you too much, too deeply.
look at us now, we're anything but in love. i can bleed oceans of scarlet lined love for you. but you would still scar me with your coarse fingertips and knife like words that roll of your cherry tongue like freshly pressed syrup.
i don't think you can ever learn to love, but this golden hope that brews inside of my bones still believes you'll learn one day. i would wait till the ends of planets, for you to finally learn how to love with whole your heart. for you touch me without destroying the wreckage of my splintered being. i would wait for you till i die, standing in neptune seas of ammonical ice- waiting for a phenomenon that may never happen.
you may call me a fool, but if i am a fool; its only for you my love. don't you see- you can carve my heart open and leave my bones to rot under the scorching sun; yet i would still come back crawling to you.
i used to believe i was in love with you, i still want to believe that you are mine. i want to believe what we have is love, even though its ripped at every edge and stained with blood soaked cruelty. but as the crimson on my knuckles deepens to violet tinged cerulean, i realise what we had was never love.
we didn't love each other, we just loved the destruction we caused for each other.
my darling, we can't love each other because we've never had love.