Stop love, before it burns the skyline red,
before your name repeats inside my breathless head.
We’re neon ghosts, flickering through midnight trains,
kissing on the edge of maybe, crashing in the chains.
Delete the maps that lead me to your skin,
mute the choir of every “us” that’s ever been.
If I run far enough the echo starts to thaw—
but silence stabs with feathers, and every beat still draws
your shadow through my veins, a drug I can’t delete;
so stop love, stop love—before the lie’s complete.