the first, the last, the light, the dark,

she was it all, she was the world,

she was your all, she was your universe,

you’re going to forget her name, eventually,

but you’ll remember her, how she-

how she looked in neon moonlight,

only existing in the nightlight hours,

only in the darkness beyond a rainstained window,

smoke in the daylight, unimaginable in the sun

how she talked with celestial words,

everything you wanted to say, to be,

(everything you could never say, never be.)

she took your hand and she said-

“come with me, come find out what living is”

how she tasted of cherry and cigarettes,

toxic and addictive, a crown of poppies

a match made in suicide’s heaven

striking a fire beneath your ribs,

high as cosmic infinity, nothing mattered but her

you’ll remember how she laughed,

edged with desperation and despair,

ringing out over empty parking lots,

and the sickly yellow glow of streetlights,

laughing, crying, (nothing’s real anymore)

nothing’s real, nothing but her hand in yours

and she’s everything, she’s all there is,

the world will hold its breath for her,

(it can do nothing else in her wake)

and, suffocating slowly, gloriously,

the world will fall to its knees for her,

and die

(forelsket [n.]- the euphoria experienced when first falling in love)