I Chose Love Over Heaven

And I’d do it a thousand times again. (a poem)

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I swear i'm not sober
but if i were,
would it matter?
your lips caressing mine
my heart racing just enough
the world still around us,
apocalypse.
left alone in this room with you,
if i missed my chance at heaven
would it matter?

your fingers lacing mine
head on your chest,
a touch could turn to gold
yours would bring summer
to neptune.
just you and i
if we run away tonight
would it matter?

i know you weren't sober
but your words they haunt me
"you're beautiful"
i know you weren't sober
but i think it was
the one time i truly
let beauty define me
maybe it wasn't so much the words
as it was the way you held me
the way you looked at me
and if i missed my chance at heaven
stuck in an apocalypse with you
why in the world would it matter?