You are the only one

I’m not trying
to prove something

to you.

All I want
is to know

you

aren’t going
to walk away.

Reckless and
on fire.

Both of us.

You’re arrogant and wearing the widest, whitest wings,

and you are
the only one

I’ve ever bled for.

How is this
love?

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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