bonne nuit.

if you’re poison..

feed it to me,

but feed it to me slowly.

if it will kill me, so be it,

but please, i’m begging you

… let it linger.

let me feel a love worthy of death.

don’t dress me in the costume

of anothers drab skin.

make it me.

if you’d walk alone into eternal fire

let me be the one to cover your 

growing shadows.

it should be my eyes that bottle your ash, 

for they will always hold you true.

let those outside of us

build their temporary castles 

of scattering cinder

around a garden shaped from 

the only thing that can last endlessly,

our undying light.

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