I have to keep writing.
If I don't,
My soul might just explode out of my chest,
Expose my black, beating heart.
I have to keep writing because I have so many words left to say.
Somehow,
I have to explain the way you make me feel weightless,
As if nothing else matters but us.
Somehow I have to keep it alive,
Even when you try to extinguish our white flame.
I'll burn more brilliantly;
I'll melt you.
I'm not willing to let you go,
No matter how much you push and shove.
You're mine,
Always.
