keep your gaze unaverted, on me, as my hands– like predatory vines, encircle the elegant arc of your throat, siphoning the breath from you as a last act of love.

you have always been consummate in the artifice, donning façades with the ease of a seasoned thespian.

even as the ruins of your betrayal fester around us, you pirouette on the debris of shattered truth like a masterful charlatan in your own tragicomedy.

all flesh rots and dead doves do not eat.

was i not worthy of your respect or patience?

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you are the incandescent enigma I have long venerated, a sublime cataclysm whose presence transmutes my soul into disarray.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ i’ve coveted you with an ardor so profound it defies the quotidian, summoning a labyrinthine passion that dances at the threshold of my ruin.