Obsessive love

And so stars crash, planets fall, the sun turns to ash at the sight of your smile. Soil becomes water and water becomes soil, sun-kissed skin golden-brown under the worshiping light that dared to touch, dared to claim. Two crooked teeth shine and add to your perfect imperfect self, to your otherwordly ugly beauty. The moles dotting your hands, your feet, your cheeks, I'd kiss and be content to never stop. I would've done anything I could've.

I would've. Only to glance up at your innocent, mischivious smile one more time, I would've burned the world to the ground and looked for you in the remaining rubble. I would've brought you the moon, the stars, entire other galaxies, just so I could've touched your hand one more time. For a kiss, I would've gladly taken my own heart out of my chest and gifted it to you on a silver platter, after tying it with a bow and wrapping it so my dirty, undeserving blood won't dare drip on your beautiful skin. You wouldn't be able to escape me. You would be my light. My salvation.

The stopper closing the bottle filled with my resentment and rage. If only you would've accepted me.