#anakin skywalker feels

My

starlight in a bottle boy,

burning up from the inside.

My beloved supernova.

Finally come to end it all?

Finally going to let us rest?

Your hand in

my hand,

but

time struck and

you stumbled —

down,

down,

down —

oh,

were our shattered knees

and

scraped hands,

blood-tinged teeth —

were they worth it?

(Was it worth it to

clasp

our hands

so tightly that

one circle, two —

rings of fire,

surrounding us both

forever?)

My whole world and my

whole goddamn heart break:

beloved berserker

in my porcelain

hands.

Some honesty:

some days

(like today)

I am

99% salt water

and

1% regret.

(And yet, still 100% yours.)