it isn't a question of
how much you love him
or how much he loves you
or how much you need each other.

it isn't a question of
how strong your fingers are
or how bright his smiles are
or how crumbled both your bones are.

it's just a question of
how much the gods want him
and how much the devil wants you
and how much the earth wants you together.

it's just a question of
how much the gravity of his sun
pulls at the stars in your chest
how much stress the cord between
you can stand before it snaps
how much time your gravestone
can weather alone.

it's not a question of love; it's just a question of gods and fate and stars / ( j.p. )