I’m trying to medicate. Swallow my pity. Wish you’d stay with me. Tell me it’s easy. Cut me a bouquet. Don’t let go. Lace your fingers around my throat. Make it safe. I’m afraid. I swear I don’t believe in much. A halo below. A halo above. I’ve got your petal on the tip of my tongue. Call it a ritual. Call it protection. I’m trying to medicate. Erase my body. Replace it with anything. Place it beside you.
“The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again”—Homer | Favorite quote from The Iliad. (via barney-barrett)