I love how he shines like day but
I only speak to him in the night because
I always find the flowers withering at my feet and
I can only get lost in the stars that were his eyes.
I love how my world seeps through his veins and his through mine and
I do not care how opacity tries to cripple into our hearts but
I cannot seem to comprehend the walls in between our gazes and
I cannot help but bleed myself dry while falling for darkness.
And soon, I hate the way
I strip down the skin of our love;
I idle along the bridge that fuses our souls;
I launch myself out of sanity eager to be forgotten.
I hate the way I sprint past the amazon of your love to find myself worthy of only unspoken words and sleepless nights.
I hate the way I love you.