Truly adored

 

I whispered my love for you under the moonlight, where shadows wore skins and silence was thin.

Although not all worshippers pass away on the floor, you described me as a blessing and a soul to be yours.

You were a heartbreaking mess, holding me too tightly, breathing on my neck, and smiling so broadly.

I pleaded from the door; you danced with my ghost—I'm still yelling and cursing.

"You're truly adored."

You fed me red roses with thorns in your cheek and used creek bones to stitch up my wounds and scars.

"You're truly adored."

You kissed me with your teeth, your hunger so intense, like a woman scorned.

I now haunt the hallways where your lullabies are played.

You're here in my memory; in this bed I lie.

So sleep, my sweet darling, with eyes wide open,

For I live in the silence, just under your pride.

    You loved me to death, but I’ve evened the score—forever, my darling.

          "You're truly adored."

                                                                           L Mystic Saga 💜