We dug our graves

when we held hands for the first time.

Lover, there is no amount of guilt

that could make me regret

tasting the honey on your tongue.

Heaven is in chaos.

You and I have caused it, my darling.

For if what you and I had,

made us happier than any god could promise us,

what use is heaven?

I promise you

it will not matter if our story meets its end.

Somewhere,

in a time beyond your wildest dreams,

someone knows us.

They know how bad we fought for this,

how much we wanted this,

and our efforts will never be in vain

for you and I are together in the afterlife.