should fate dare to take you,
i would storm the heavens,
tear gods from their thrones,
and drown the western seas in their blood.

our love is not gentle.
we fight like tempests,
we bruise with words,
and yet..
i am always the fool who returns,
mouth bloodied, lungs burning,
to kneel at your voice,
and drink down your name as if it were water.

i love you more than the stars adore the sun,
more than the tides adore the pull of the moon.
you are gravity itself to me,
the law by which i rise and fall.

inside me, bone is scripture.
each rib carries your name scorched in gold,
a testament built of marrow and fire.
my heart is not mine
it beats in your image,
a sacred relic,
burning only for you.

every version of me,
through every turning of time,
would choose every version of you.
even the fiercest, most ruined self
would crawl through ash and teeth
to find you waiting.

you are my axis,
my altar.
ruinous beloved, i kneel before you.
let this be my oath,
if the world broke tomorrow,
i would drag its corpse to your feet
and whisper that i am still,
always,
yours.