Thoughts Of The End

 If i had to choose a way to die

it would be this;

i always thought i wanted to be martyred, 

but no,

clutching my heart as it wrenches in on itself,

suffocating under the weight of so many dreams of you

stacked atop my brain.

Gasping for the breath to pray

dying for this makes us both immortal

because you are tattooed in heavy lines

across every dimension of my soul.

And if i had known this would be the death of me,

i would've still run through thistle choked meadows

shrieking "Banzia!"

Let me die in the space where our eyes meet,

drowning and burning and resurrecting 

let me die for love