there is something about you and i that is so pure, yet so tainted.

we are beautiful when our flames are at their highest, fire burning down everything in our past because we are wholly unhuman. you are eros and i am psyche and that is how our world will always be.

but i fear what remains when our spark flickers and slowly dies. when we will see each other not as the heavenly beings that we traded souls with, but as the cruel and jagged children who have yet to grow up.

will you love me still when the high has passed? will those stolen nights in your garden, us reading each other like sacred pages by moonlight, turn to nothing but memories? will our moments run jagged cracks across your soul because you will not forget and they will eat away at you?

i wonder what we will remember when we are no longer young and beautiful, but two broken halves who are dying from the poison of the love they never truly left behind.

she will kiss you and you will think of me.

now i am standing, clapping as she does so in her white dress that i could never wear. you look at me, for a moment, before you turn back to her. you are now one, something we will never be able to do again.

my fire has not yet burnt your hands, but the memory of it will.