You Are The Death Of Me:

You Are The Death Of Me:

I loved you

I write it past tense
but it’s a current affliction,
an addiction
without a vein

I am trying my best
to start over again.

You are an illness
and a plague,
your arms were an early grave

but I’d entomb myself in them
one more time

if you’d just be mine.

You’re a ghost
and you haunt my heart,
rattle against its walls
until it falls apart

but I can be in pieces
and love you anyways.

I just need you to stay.

If this is how I go
then I am already gone,
there will be no moving on
from you.

Your name whispers
in every breath

you are the death
of me.

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