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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there was a time when i saw roaring oceans and scintillating quasars in your eyes, now all i see in them are a graveyard withering suns and dying stars. i thought that maybe somehow i could make you love me, even if it meant that i had to obliterate each and every inch of my skin for you. i bled seas of rubies for you, i severed my heart with jagged blades and placed it for you to devour; yet i was never enough for you. you never let me leave you, you liked to keep me glued to your celestial cruelty with sticky syrup lies and transient glimpses of shimmering golden love.
you were the brightest thing i had ever seen, you sparkled amongst our dreary copper world of alcohol stained words and landfills of broken hearts. but i forgot you weren't the sun and the stars; you were a wretched and twisted blackhole. you shone so bright because you snatched away all our light－you could only take from us with that smile of yours that could destroy galaxies to dust and make all the stars burn to the rhythm of your black dahlia heart. you took away even the slightest flicker of glowing light in me and made it yours, because a person like you was made to be cruel but oh so, beautiful.
just like neptune and pluto, even though our orbits merged we still couldn't collide into tides of stars and comets. i thought that one day you would learn to love me, but even though i carved myself inside out for you－you never did. i've stopped loving you now, once i realised that what we had was never love. i was never in love with you, i was in love with what we could have become. you haunted my veins and my hollow thoughts, you snaked your way into my mind and heart like poison ivy－till all i could see was you, till all i could breathe was you, till i wanted was you, till i recklessly and wholly became obsessed with you.
i want to hate you, but before that i want to love－not you or anyone else, but myself.
