I think we deserve   a soft epilogue, my love.   We are good people   and we’ve suffered enough credit

“I love you,”  the heavy weight, like an atlas on his shoulders lifted off, flew away as the words left his mouth; words he’d not spoken before except in a dark, broken den where he’d seeked solace;

i’d burn down the whole world if it meant keeping you safe. i’d climb a mountain of charred bodies and hold my hand out to pull you up, i’d crown myself the king of desolation and rule with you by my

i have traced constellations on your skin, my love. i’ve tasted stardust on your lips, magic, at my fingertips. been wrapped up in your warmth; soft, in the early morning light. i have seen galaxies in