Vow of death

I would die for not having met you, is what I tell you when you ask me to love you, 

I hold your hand with bruises when you demand actions that translate it 

I write it in my tears and blood when you need it in writing, 

I kiss your knuckles, 

eyelashes 

and 

your neck 

when you want me to adore you.

I kneel before you like a commoner vowing my loyalty, 

which is to say that I hope to die decades and aeons before the world forgets your name.

I prostrate myself before your shadows to proclaim that I hope that Alzheimer's strikes me if one day you leave me, to please deceive me with everyone I know as if they were you.

I throw myself at your legs to proclaim that these bones want to create flowers from our eyes.

It's that I prefer that the world burns tomorrow rather than exist in a universe that doesn't keep up with the beat of your veins.

 

Ta.