Come, haunt me with the sapphires in your gaze... oceans I drown in, storms I drink until silence breaks. Come, feed my hunger.. I have tasted it all, yet nothing devours like you.
Absence burns as much as nearness, a dream made for gods to lose themselves.
One does not arrive at my heart... they vanish, like smoke from an unclaimed flame.
Still, I stand with the heart I wanted broken, the ruins of it, my surrender, and my unbroken flame... grateful you existed within me at all.
An1, 2025