oh sweetheart,
our story may have been a tragedy;
but wasn’t it worth it
in the end?i’d rather have died
knowing that you were mine,
and i yours.
knowing the feel of your skin
against my own,
knowing the curve of your smile
and the sound of your voice,
knowing the way your body
fit against mine
like it was designed for my touch.
knowing the way you thought;
the way you breathed,
the way you lived,
(the way you loved).oh god,
i’d have sooner endured
a thousand deaths,
and accosted the devil himself
with a smile upon my face
and your name on my tongue,
than never have known you at all.
my dear, there was no sweeter pain than loving you / e.r