The first time you held me in your arms,

you handled me with such tender care,

Like a precious thing pulled from the dark,

Scarred but beautiful, something rare.

You never flinched from all my ruin,

the broken, jagged edges of me,

and when I sliced you open deep,

you wore each scar willingly.

With blood still fresh across your skin,

your wounds laid bare, and yet you stayed.

The love in your eyes still burned for me,

You walked through my fire, unafraid.

I died a thousand times before,

You stitched up all my tattered seams,

But I lived the perfect life with you,

You pulled me from my hellish dreams.

You gave me all you had to give,

Breathed life into my weary soul,

You poured yourself into my hands,

Destroyed yourself, to make me whole.

And then you slipped too far away,

I tried so hard to hold on tight,

I felt you crumble in my hands

Slip through my fingers, and into the night.

I screamed, but only air escaped my lips,

A strong wind that carried you away,

My love, I should have known that nothing,

As beautiful as you, could ever stay.

Now I lie here, hollowed out,

alive, but stripped down to the bone.

I pray the darkness will swallow me,

Without you, i’ve no place to call home.

The nights are endless, dark and long,

they creep like shadows down the wall,

or like the last, low aching note,

of a slow, bittersweet love song.

It seems I haven’t slept in years,

a storm is raging in my head,

my heart is weighed down by regret,

Mouth bitter, with the taste of words unsaid

But in the stillness of the dark,

I lie here and remember you…

I pray the wind will carry me,

into the void, with the dust of you.