Dusk Not Dawn

I rose to you like you were

My sun— savior and source.

When I kissed you,

I was licking my wounds

But breaking my heart.

My name in your mouth

Was a symphony of beauty

That left sirens blaring in my mind;

They never shut off.

I should have known to stop

When you peeled back my layers

And went digging for fossilized pain.

I should have known

To protect myself but I was busy protecting you from your demons,

Pleading for them to devour me instead.

I should have known that the

Fruits I harvested came from

The forbidden tree.

Yet, I took a bite.

But I wanted you

More than I wanted sanity,

I wanted you more than I

Wanted peace,

Because

Maybe I deserved

Broken love

From a broken boy,

Maybe that was supposed to be good enough.

I though I was well-fed

But I was starving for the things I felt too selfish to ask for.

I put you first

But you made me last.

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