find me in the ruins so i can die in your arms under the light of the strawberry moon

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picture it with me, the white-gold clouds on the ceiling and cherub faces smiling down at us in the dark; two rugged-ballgown clad shadows echoing across the clock face floor, bare feet on marble and phantom orchestras lead the flight in drifting waltz circles

one girl smiles, sways with eyes closed like evening roses—almost floating, pale feet just brushing the floor

the other, white as winter’s first exhale, wild eyes and steel grip trembling—we wonder what she’s holding, her partner or a memory

‘come dance with me, come dance with me, come dance-’ the echo of an angel’s voice, but the cherubs never opened their bowed mouths

she is laughing, you are laughing, please God, can you hear me, tell me you hear it too

ruined walls let in the moonlight and warped stained glass flashes with late night lightning, thunder crushes endless dreams and you are breaking free again, you are leaving me again

why did you come at all?! why do you haunt me, the violins are hollow now, the pianos out of tune, and i-i am alone

and you expect me to love again, leave you at peace in the sky, laughing with your angel friends and waving at me through every mirror, every shadow, every whisper of yourself

it is just me now, on my knees, the outline of a girl in dusty pink; it reminds me of your mouth, back then, ruffled at the edges, just so...

it still smells like your perfume here, musty flowers and incense, and i am still holding the fragments of your last dress, but no matter how hard i tried to keep you from leaving this time, you’ve faded into nothing before our song ended

just like what happened the first time, when the last goodbye ed my trembling lips a minute too late with the tears of a thousand years and their countless mourners

all this time i’ve been dancing with your ghost, with the haloed silhouette of something i wish had lasted longer

i know i’ll be here tomorrow night, the next, and the next after that, because it is so much better than seeing your dulled shape in the sheets

at least here you are solid, real almost, under the moon and the constellations you used to point out to me, and you are happy once more

i just can’t bear to see that frozen look of terror on your face in my dreams, so instead, i find you in the ruins, so maybe one day i’ll die here too, dancing with you under the light of the strawberry moon

the perspectives of this are kinda wonky my apologies, this was low key rushed

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