Met you where the daylight quits, 2:17, blue light on your lips. No coffin, no castle, no ancient disguise, just blacked-out glass and a phone full of lies. You said you hate mornings. I should've heard more. Neon on your skin, cold hand in mine, Uber through the city while the whole world dies. You never eat dinner, just order red wine, laugh when I ask why you never go outside. No pulse in your wrist, said the watch was wrong. No pictures before '09 on your phone. Every story you tell got a century wrong, but I liked how forever sounded when you said, "come along." Stay up. Stay close. Don't ask what I need the most. Night falls. You call. I know better, still I go. You don't want my heart. You want what keeps it beating. Funny thing is, lately, I don't know the difference. First kiss tasted sweet, second tasted strange, third left two little reasons not to say your name. Started sleeping all day, started missing the train, started loving the dark like the dark did the same. Friends said, "You look pale." I said, "I'm in love." They said, "That ain't love when it drinks that much." But you never took more than I willingly gave, that's the part that makes the hunger harder to blame. You said monsters don't chase. They wait. Make the door feel warm, make the outside feel late. Then one night you whispered, "You can leave if you choose." That's when I knew. I didn't want to. Stay up. Stay close. Don't ask what we need the most. Night falls. You call. I know exactly where this goes. You don't want my heart. You want what keeps it beating. Maybe love is just a hunger when both sides agree to feed it. Cold light crawling underneath the door, your name in my blood like I knew it before. Every warning fades when you pull me close, every heartbeat slows like it wants you most. No chains, no spell, no teeth in sight, just me choosing you every single night. If love is a wound that refuses to close, then leave it open. Let it show. Now sunrise looks violent through the bedroom blinds, your shadow stays missing but you're stuck in mine. Maybe you're a curse. Maybe I'm confused. Maybe every generation finds a prettier excuse. But if immortality is waking beside someone who could ruin you and choosing them twice, then bite. Don't promise forever. Forever sounds cheap. Just stay till the city wakes. I'll lose a little sleep. Morning leaks through the blinds too soon, silver on the floor, your shape in the room. I know what you are. I know what it costs. Still counting the hours until daylight gets lost. Some people fall slow. Some people fall hard. I fell where the sunlight couldn't follow my heart. And if loving you turns me into something new, then let the night decide what I become with you.
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