To whoever loves him//
I will not cry when you fill up the cracks in his face with the shadow of your touch or fix his very soul with your love. I may be burnt by the embers of your flame. But his lips will one day forget my name. Fix him, oh please won’t you fix him. I never meant to have it end this way. So, when my IV drip drains and he is free again. Love him more than I ever could, wipe his tears, help stop that flood. I may rage angry in the depths of hell, jealousy filling up my veins. But he deserves better than to envy my resting place. So please, oh please won’t you teach him to love again.