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