I would tear my limbs to fit in a chamber in your lungs where it breathes r a i n, a reason why your words have petrichor the wet soil and usher me towards the unfamiliar smell of your letters.
Your vocal chords would have a rhythmic flow where my alveoli would combust like stars, & you weaved a new throat for me.
My arteries to you was a bridge where the void in your palms streams, a place where it would make a heartbeat utter, and your salient portraits would be the stars I try to catch.
Our love is like a tormented psyche, every layer would shed itself and distance from our hands, a scar that were inside and out of my core drowned me into fragments of lament and insomniac thoughts.
Every second with you was a wild fire of non-existing euphoria, i'd grasp the warmth in your arms like how my nightmares grip into my blanket, your breath speaks f i r e, yet a clogged tear drop comes out of it. You'd burn me down to cinders like a wound peeling out of agony.
Healing is just a dream I always dream about, yet my wretched eyes never thought that it was just an illusionary and that my lachrymose fragments won't come out as stained glass neither astronomic figures of botched perception of desolation.
One second was an eternity for me, since my life with you is like clouds f a d i n g into dust and ashes.
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