This is the first full poem I have gotten to come out of me in a long time. I didn't proofread it or alter it, so it may be a bit sloppy. I just wanted to get it out unaltered.
When darkness fell and your face was lit by starlight alone,
You'd reach out for me in your sleep.
Your arms flexed above the soft mounds of my skin
and you inhaled me.
Ironic, then, the our love died out in the quiet of night.
Your affection only coming in soft whispers
as though it was patched together with yesterday's desire.
All my life I've been both the strongest flame and
the extinguisher.
Everyone gets tired of the light.
Eyes sore and skin burnt,
they always leave.
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