Annihilation

I picked my own annihilation; he painted me in hues of blue. the moon watched my lips grow atrophied on the long evening walk we took and even the stars could tell how much I needed his taste on my love swollen tongue but him. his apocalyptic smile ravaged even the very last drip of my tranquility and clustered me till I became inextricably his. I need salvation but I don’t want it from anyone but him. I can feel the frostbite of his love consuming me whole, but if I can choose my own relinquishment of life then I’d rather die with the culpable scent of his skin still raw on my sheets.