I'll tell you why I want you, my greatest love, my shining star.
A black hole took its home inside my rib cage,
swallowing my heart and my happiness. I walked, but my jellyfish legs couldn't carry the weight of my shame.
The nightingales did not sing their sweet melodies to me like they used to. Their feathers had gone ashen, and thistles poured from their throats every twilight. The ebony orbs in their skulls watched me bleed until the nightmares consumed my consciousness.
I was all but dead, had all but disappeared entirely.
Then, there you were.
You were a supernova in my skies. Your silken tides ebbed and flowed around me, caressing my broken shores and lulling me into the blue depths of your endless ocean. You stitched together the canyons that I'd spent years carving into the landscape of my being.
My heart woke from its long slumber. It stretched and pirouetted inside my chest cavity, and for once, I did not curse its beating. Fire and ice coursed through my veins. I was alive, not once again, but truly, for the first time.
You're my sunrise. I long to spend my days wrapped in your velveteen embrace, nestled snugly between your satin lips and the beat of your heart; to meld together underneath a blanket of stars and forget everything but us.
Next time you find yourself pondering why I would want you, my cherished treasure, ponder instead why I wouldn't.