chaotic ember

i told her,
i admired her.
she said she admired my laughter
but in truth
i admired how,
i’d become a victim of her plunder,
robbing my soul in mine sleep,
etching her name,
in my heart of hearts.

she, is a rare thing.

in my soul,
beneath it all,
i was afraid,
that she was a star. falling, exploding,
and would do nothing but light my life,
for nothing but a brief seconds
and leave me destroyed,
darkened with soot,
all alone. like,
a frozen meteor stone.

it was beautiful. Her.

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