On and off.

On and off.

Almost four years now.

You are still the most familiar stranger I know.

I wake up in a mausoleum

Every morning.

Nameless, faceless voices chant your name.

Tombs of every future with you I ever dared to dream of stand tall

Drowning in rotting blue jasmine and shame.

Nameless, faceless, chanting your name,

I die in it every night.

You are the cerulean poison in Shiva's throat,

All the poetries dissolved in the back of mine.

I have prayed at your altar

And of every other god

For Styx to swallow you whole

And a mystical trident to pierce my heart.

Yet here are my hands

Immortalizing us in a hymn you will never hear me sing.

(Not in your neglected temple, at least)

On and off.

I love you.

On and off.

I love you not.

On and off.

Forever and a weekend beyond.

Fabiha is secretly a Lannister noblewoman and Slytherin alum. Pledge your soul and allegiance to her at: [email protected]