the truth.

One day I captured you,
in my small cupped palms,
and a flash lit up the skies, so bright.

And I opened my mouth, wide, so wide,
and swallowed you whole.

For once in my life, I was full,
no longer empty.
And the whispering of you, deep in the pit of my stomach,
was enough to satisfy me.

You burrowed into my stomach lining,
to only find the blood stream that
had traces of things that you despised most.

So you set out to change me,
from my old self.

And the months went by,
I was FULL, of you.


But things that kill you, never let go fast,
and onto me, they will always have a greater hold.


And the moons went by,
and we grew apart,
till our hands no longer met,
till our minds no longer talked,
till our lips no longer brushed.

The scars that adorn me, like beautiful pale
moonbeam bracelets are the harsh reminder of who
we used to be, so you let us be.

And together, we will be, till death do us part,
or until she kills me, with my very own hand,
part of my own undoing.