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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