from the moment i laid my eyes on you i knew you were the one. the gaping mouth in my heart hung open in hopes of tasting yours. i looked into your eyes and your irises glisten in a way too beautiful to be true. to harm you would be a cardinal sin. to harm you would be to pull the wings off a live angel, to spray ammonia and smear shit to the sinewy stumps.

your eyes met mine and i felt as if the last home i had was nestled inside your chest, between your black lungs and your keloid-scarred heart. the chain of fate around my throat pulled by yours, i knew i'd follow you until i die. i knew if you died before me, i'd bury myself alive in your casket. i'd rot alive beside you rather than keep my soft tissue unmasticated and intact without you.

before i knew your first name, i knew you were someone i would die for. i swore myself to be your guardian angel. but i'm far from divinity. the acrid blood won't wash off my hands. i know exactly how i got here.

any fool could offer to die for you. inoffensive and submissive. passive but devotion. my devotion is far from passive. who else would kill for you?