I wrote this poem based on the above prompt. I posted it in my literary group as a way to encourage writing and decided to have a go at it myself.
Keep Doing You
Despair on his.
"Truth is..."
"Shh!
There's no room for truth here.
It will die an ugly death.
Just love me."
The air thickens
The sparks ignite
Twelve strokes and I teeter
A breath
A sigh,
I go plunging down
Off the tip of a dangerous cliff.