ur sleeping on the couch

your love isnt god, heather

and she plummets from the heavens so many miles from the ground and lands on a love so soft and sweet and whole that the very impact of it crushes her

her blood oozing like sugary syrup through the cracks in the earth, watch, fellow sisters, as the most transcendent of mountains forged in the deep pits of lust and love and the loss of life emerge in full form and strength and literal ground breaking deviance. gaze upon these jagged pillars and know that a love so sweet and whole and soft created these with the sudden pull of adoration and a gentle rage. pull her body from the tomb in your chest, unearth the flowers growing between her bones and lay them across each mountain peak scream out that this is what a love so whole and sweet and soft can do. when they finally tell you that the

flowers are weeds and her bones are splintered and cracked and the mountains are nothing but mounds of dirt collected from the grave they dug for her cold mangled body, watch as the pink rots to black and watch as your hands drip with imaginary saccharine scented blood. when they finally tell you when they finally clutch your mind and yank it from its cloud nine let them tell you that she did not fall from heaven she fell from the bell tower let them tell you she didn't fall let them tell you she jumped let them tell you she didn't land on a love so soft and sweet and whole she landed on the cobblestone pathway inches from a line of metal fences with sharp fanged tops let them

tell you

she didn't bleed sugar she bled raw haemoglobin and iron and oxygenated blood and platelets she wasn't an angel she was human and she wasn't in love she was losing herself in the chambers of her mind let them tell you she was screaming the whole way down let them tell you her heart was found in her throat let them tell you that
she's not coming home
let them scream let them cry let them tell you that you cannot love someone back to life let them tell you love can only do so much.