I am violently in love with you.

Every day I look at the stars and they speak your name, over, and over again. They whisper your name into the depths of my soul, like a little soft voice, taking siege in my heart. The stars want me to beg for you till I am completely robbed of my humanity.

I fall in love with you more and more every day, and you disappear, more and more every day.

I fear the day you will be gone; it pains me that this day is so close, so close that I could reach out and pull it closer, like you do tonight, as the wind soars above us, carrying the taste of your salty caramel lips, against mine.

I am violently in love with you. I am violently desperate.

I violently write to you today, so accept my poetry, love.

Take this piece of my soul with you to the heavens,
and even the angels shall be envious of our love.