sometimes it feels like there’s no saving us. 

we’re a memory etched on broken glass 

corroded by tireless waves of terror

an endless atrophy that sparks such wildfires inside us.

we are nothing more than dying stars and broken hearts

hands held so gently as though they’ll break

and arms wrapped so tightly in the hopes we will

it’s a catastrophe, you see

a shitshow of brilliance and violence

I want you in such chaos

I love you the way an angel loves a demon

so unfathomable, untouchable, unthinkable

and yet 

here I am

there is no saving us, is there?

our insatiable impurity comes with an expiration date 

we died long ago 

and the vultures are pecking at the stardust in our veins

hungry for our hungry thoughts

the ones we never spoke

each more touch-starved than the last

you are the drug I never knew I needed

and the withdrawals
are
unbearable.