To keep us apart. But passion calls
Across the void between our warring realms,
And we don't heed the price when darkness falls.
Our hookups resumed after Savannah and I broke away from each other. That's just how it is with us. We are something separate. Not meant to be together for real, just allowed stolen moments at midnight if we're brave enough to take them.
Dust and flowers.
She risks her halo's light, while terror whelms
my blackened heart with something close to grace?—
Our love breaks up both celestial helms
We know destruction waits in our embrace,
I got there first. Just like I used to when we were kids. The silo rose up like a monument to every sin we committed inside it.
That worlds will shake if we should truly touch,
Yet still we meet in this forsaken place.
The desert blooms conceal what costs too much?—
Being there, inside the silo, always felt like somethin’ sacred and sinful at the same time.
Where crimson stones bear witness to our sin,
And thorny flowers bloom from pain and such
Forbidden longings burning from within.
And that's what we are. That's what this is.
Our love is Purgatory.
An endless space of nothingness.
This wasteland keeps our secret, dark and grim?—
A place where damnation and light begin.
Nothing but cravings, and dead hope, and forbidden fruit.
It was always like that with Savannah and me. Her angel to my demon. Her rise to my fall. Her light to my dark.
Dust and flowers.
This is the only way it works. She stays in her Heaven, I live in my Hell. And as long as we abide by this one rule—this one commandment from God—do not eat the fruit…
The world still turns.
But the moment we taste it—not the sin of fuckin'. That's not the forbidden part. The moment we take more than was offered, the moment we reach for happiness in the same space—theworld just spins apart. Spirals out of order like a dirt devil on the desert sands.
That night, last week, my motorcycle was outside, cooling in the night air. And even though she was the one who demanded this meeting via text, I had myself half-convinced she wouldn't come.
But she did. Hoofbeats echoed through the night, announcin' her arrival.
