i'd die before i leave you here alone
even if your only company
is the rubble of my bones
cracked and splintered, brown with age
or fresh and bleach-white new
there is no end i wouldn't meet
just to stay with you
keep me in your hollowed heart
if the sky should fall
and hold me, dear, close as you can
for together we brave it all
YOU ARE READING
collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
