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Oh, Captain

I knew that to love her was suicide, but my god her brokenness was beautiful,


A tragic mess who had learned to dance with her skeletons


She rocked to sleep those restless memories, held pain so close to her chest


Insomnia was her most reliable friend,

The emblem of their nightly charades displayed as mottled darkness beneath her eyes


She was a survivor when all others stayed victims

Her body a battlefield, littered with fading scars and the faint aroma of suffering

Both mingling with olive skin and sweet perfume


But survival is gorgeous


She didn't want love, didn't need a companion

Only a loyal captain to stand silent at the helm of her sinking ship


Never before did a gun placed to my temple feel so full of life