You

You told me

You could see

galaxies spiraling in my eyes

that I was the silver trail of moonlight

in your darkest night.

I tore my walls down

and grew a garden

that bloomed into vivid colours

so we could dance

among the flowers.

Heaven once felt so seamless

until it began to crack

and all the stars we counted

faded into black.

It's funny how

when you're sprawled helplessly

on the ground

gasping for air

the deafening silence sets in;

you can hear your heart shatter

and your soul dissolves

into the bloody red mess

that is you.