I hear Death's bells
and they play a tune
that sounds so familiar
even though I know
I've never heard it
before.

In a sense, it's me
that they're ringing for.

Death is coming,
but not for my life.

He will eat my past
and so it shall vanish.

I will beg Death
to devour me also,
but he will refuse,
and I will learn
why.

My face is wet,
and I don't know
if it's sweat
or tears,
but
we've won the war,
my dear.
All for you.
I love you,
my darling.
Hold me,
please.

I will reach you soon
and though this promise
is meant for you
the person it will help the most
is me

Addorned in black
from head to toe
Hiding in the shadows

Waiting to sneak out
with your victorian lace-up boots

Licking your lips, snickering
thinking about stepping
all over my vulnerability

You are horrific
and I am helpless
But a part of me
craves all of it

Purify me
Bring me to beauty
And when you finally
deliver me from my sins

Dress my body
in the finest assortment of laces
before they send me away
six feet down

I want to feel your presence
next to me when I wake up
in the mornings

I want to be there for you
should you ever need me
in the afternoons

I want you to feel the warmth
of the food I cook for you
in the evenings

I want to know how it feels
to have your lips against my forehead
and hair against my cheek
before I fall asleep

I want to know how it feels
to fall in love again

I feel like when you write a love poem
it's expected that you're to try and find
some kind of intricate and elaborate way
to say I love you
without really saying it

But before I do that
I think I need to just say it
so that no matter how you interpret my words
and no matter what you're worrying about
you know that
in plain words
I told you

I love you.

I love you
Like you love the trigger of your gun
Put it to my chest
Tell me you hate me

My blood
My passion
Let it all out

Release me from
All these thoughts of you