a tragedy of some kind

always

"My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. like it's trying to escape because it doesn't beloong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wishing for nothing in exchange." ~ Claire Danes

You used to whisper my perfection,

in candlelit shadows.

Caressing me,

slowly,

sensually.

Sending shockwaves through every

inch,

of my desire laden body.

Whispering your love to the porcelain

skin of my elbow.

The ridges and dips of my delicate

spine.

The rise of my chest,

And the space between my thighs.

Oh lord...

The places you took me.

Always whispering so.

Only that I would hear your deepest

desires.

How I was yours for eternity,

and you,

were mine.

Always.

And yet the white lines that crisscross

my wrists tell a different tale.

'Save me logan' they'd whisper.

'Always' your body breathed.

And I used to think you meant it.

'Always'

I wonder if you lied about my not

needing saving.

I wonder,

If truth be told,

you thought I did.

Need saving that is.

I guess lies were your forte seeing as

your no where to be seen.

I suppose you liked it.

My tragicness.

It attracted you like a moth to flame,

The melancholy twilight in which I

lived.

So different from your own world.

I was your beautiful tragedy.

I wonder,

as I often do these days,

if it's time yet?

No, I don't think so, not quiet yet.

Just a little more time.

So close.

So inconceivably close.

There's no need to fret.

I'll be long gone soon.

Go on,

forget.

But...

Will you forgive yourself?

Our sweet lie deluded me for a little

while,

but,

I was always destined to dance with the

devil.

The only thing that I always,

always,

knew,

another incontrovertible truth.

I'd be seeing you again.

Where else but hell,

would boys like you,

find themselves,

when life turned its back,

and breathing betrayed you.

The way you betrayed me.

I would never escape you.

The only certainty.

-Delilah