put your trust in me,
love.
if i tell you we're history, in repeat and loop,
i beg,
don't think it's out of disregard for
the ending of all those myths.
if we're to be tragic,
if we're to shatter,
if the tale is set in stone,
i beg,
let me choose to tell it,
all the same.
to witness hell and crumble,
knowing i'd share the descent
with you,
it'd be bliss.
to taste ash and longing,
knowing i'd be embers
at your side,
it'd be paradise.
let me fall into ruin,
darling.
if doomsday looks like any Friday at your side,
i beg,
let me walk slowly towards it,
holding your hand.
if we're to fall,
if we're to break,
if we're bound by fate or any chain,
to burn slowly at the end,
i beg,
take me with you.
to crawl through dirt and agony,
knowing i walked
towards you,
it'd be relief.
to choose to fade away into nothing,
knowing we were,
at all,
is more than enough.
