I give to you this collection of swiftly decaying organisms in the chance that it might sway your stone heart to beat once again.
I take you to the beach in the early morning. In the hopes that the color might return to your pale, rotten skin.
I offer you my jumbled thoughts in words while you sleep. To ensure you won't truly hear me because I know you cannot care any longer.
I offer you my jacket, though you insist you no longer feel the cold. I give it despite knowing you to be right.
I hold aloft the umbrella though your eyes say you don't care as your damp hair clings to your neck.
Darling, they told me to move on. At times I know they're right and at times I know they're also wrong. As a human can be both ugly and beautiful, they can be both right and wrong.
I need to stop loving a corpse.