People feel a need to take the edge
off of reality;
that’s how I know this modern life
isn’t the one we’re meant to live
How much deeper would our connections be
if we weren’t taught shame for bliss?
I want to know who you’d be
if not for those afterlife lies,
those single-love myths,
and those wealth lullabies
You’re dying to fuck someone
without a mask on,
so entrust your true face to mine
The only secrets I’d keep would be
there to protect you,
until you’re ready to tell me not to
Guess that makes you worth dying for,
he says as if unaware
I tire of pretending that you aren’t
all I care to think about
I have two halves a mind to tell you
that every moment you aren’t
staring back at me is one I consider
to be wasted
I don’t want the hourglass to run out of sand
without feeling like my existence was
building to some lived crescendo,
and you are the peak which whispers
warm invites onto my eardrum
You exhale yourself so close to my brain
that I feel you making waves of the ripples
We were photons kissing for the first time
as our star went supernova
What I fear far worse than death
is another eternity spent apart from you
For you are proof that reality
was not supposed to be edged;
it was intended to act as painless flames,
engulfing us while we dance
to the blending colors of our own
rebirthing demise
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