And she inhaled the whispers he created,
bled every word internally.(hid it so well)
every word seemed to keep her heart beating.
as she thought of the gentle receding,
of her head resting upon his scarred chest.
fragile wounds that can not bleed,
how to heal a wound never completed?
like a half-hearted suicide attempt.
She bled with him, though they were apart.
and when together, bleedings hearts calmed;
smiles replaced built up tear-laced agony.
for once, everything just seemed alright.
he reminded her why death could wait,
that life was so much more than mere existence.
in his arms she let herself be safe-
he radiated a similar resplendence.
she'd be his lost, broken-winged angel,
and he, her beautifully innocent demon...
fore what can be made of a few ill-intentions?
both lived off a similar emotional masochism.
(the term really *was* endearing though!)
apathy and misery seemed to dissolve,
in the face of a perfectly tainted love...
two broken hearts and fading souls-
seem to fit perfectly together to make one.