“Do you even see the love inside me bleeding out like I’ve been pierced with your blade
Do you see the flowers on your skin growing more and more each day, and you still call them thorns
Do you see the audience you’ve made from ashes, for all to watch your performance
Darling I just hope
This isn’t your last show
I’d rather give myself to you and die than you give up at all
For if I am the stars
You are the moon
Then I am just a lesser version of her
For she is the sun
And I
I am too dim to be noticed until I burn out into nothing
But will I be a supernova or a black hole?”
{I am terrified of the end}
