This is a short poem written about dying love.
Hear me out
That's all I ask from you
Hear out my tortured soul
My heart is worn out
In the battle field of love
And it can't bear
The excruciating pain once more.
Your irrevocable love has binded me
with branches full of wild thorns
though the poisonous thorns
have hollowed my body
with fresh drops of blood oozing out
I feel like I've served my purpose
Because I am taking my last breath
In the arms of the prince of my darkened soul.
As I blink and take in
the last glimpse of your familiar face
It feels like I am being cut in half
and also wishing I could still laugh
the laugh that you were so drawn to
enough to take your own life
And die along with the girl
who always had a tortured soul.