The Kind of Love that Kills

He says “I will devour you.”

And his smile glints with the malice of all the times he’s kept that promise.

She looks straight into the depths of fatality and leaps anyway.

(she’s alone come morning, absent even a heartbeat).


The Spaces Between Our Lives

Why does the beginning always feel like the end?

every breath you take is just foreshadowing the moment your lungs cease.

every beat of your heart is a beat closer to slowing.

every word from your mouth might be the last to touch your lips.

when you touch my skin I feel like a dying star, moments away from supernova.

when you enter my bloodstream, I feel the way my pulse changes to accommodate you.

why does it feel like every time we’re ending, we’re just breaths away from the next heartbeat?