Love in its depths.
As if my own trespassing is not enough, I have gone and added the transgressions of another.
If loving you was an ocean I would probably drown just so you could float, I would give you my lungs so you could breath.
Every gasp, every struggle, every bit of burning in my lungs would feel like ecstasy because I know that yours would be filled with life.
I've immortalized my insanity.
There's no end to this madness.
This bottomless pit of love.
-Lydia Banda
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We The Void
PoetryHopefully these vile trenches can be illuminated. Hopefully the deep abyss can turn into paradise. Hopefully.
