I strung divinity into your breath,
Kissed you into a timeless place,
Whispered of the gold your eyes would spill.Yet your gaze still searched out the hurt,
A mourning of mortality,
For the things you would come to yearn.Because when you spoke of the stars,
Of how you longed for them,
I never realized,
You had never wanted the power to grow tired of them.I had tried.
And I had failed.
In my need to fix your sorrows,
I took what only the finite offered.A merciful end.
— I Loved You. I Needed Forever. But You Could Not Bear It.
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PoetryA spill of a heart onto pages. The darkness and beauty of blood into words.