The Kindest Death I'm Offered
Yearning will survive,
as long as I do.
Because that’s a part of what your absence does to me.
I terribly miss you.
You should have pierced a sword through my beating heart,
not carved such ruin deep inside my soul.
The cracks are barely staying together,
ready to crumble past control.
What do I do without you, my love?
I think this love will be the death of me.
The days are hollow, the nights a cage,
and yet your memory won’t set me free.
Please, I beg you.
Come, pierce a sword through my heart.
Let my pulse fall quiet,
let this pain finally depart.
And as life drains cold beneath my skin,
pull me close inside your arms.
Let your whispered lies be my last sin.
Tell me you love me, let me rest in your arms.
It would be the kindest death I’m offered,
my final breath leaving as you hold me.
I’d rather be completely destroyed by you, unguarded,
and leave this world believing you loved me.
There’s something truly magical about your writing. Every scene and detail is crafted so beautifully that the reader feels like a part of the story. The emotions come across as raw, genuine, and deeply touching.
new poems whennnn? T-T