he was the devil
and she was an angel;
as much as
the universe tore them
apart— they always
found each other again;
he needed her holiness
and she needed his wickedness
because she was his heaven
and he was her hell
always
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Poetryshe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
