Existent

lost lovers.

We fell too late,

ran towards the gate-

only when it was locked shut, safe-

we found the sea when we submerged ourselves in land,

because we were afraid to drown.

with me, there was no guarantee, 

I was night

black insecuirty

with him, you had opportunity,

and with me, you'd be free. 

but you could only lived trapped, 

knowing, every, plausibility

he gave you the world but I was offering the stars,

stepping stones to a blistering fire-

maybe death, but worth the beauty,

you could not handle a love like purity.