Unraveling

Because I Loved Her Better Than That

And my gaze couldn't hold her. She was too precious. Too wild. Abandoned in a storm, she'd made a home. To touch her skin was to have a thousand bolts of lightning singe your blood. To kiss her was to illuminate the night sky, outshine the stars. Loving her was touching a nebula, losing yourself in the blooms of colors and burn worlds into your mind. The oceans offered themselves up to her, begging to become her tears. Because to be a part of her, even as something as misery was somehow enough.

I wanted her, and that seemed a horrible thing to me. It placed shackles around her wrists and a tether to this world. It seemed an act of hacking at her wings, that wild of her heart. And so I looked at her for the last time, I pledged my heart, I gave up my soul at the edge of the sea and whispered my goodbyes. I turned and I left.
I made sure she kept her wings.

- Because I Loved Her Better Than That