dear, it wasn't easy
yet endearing, chaos
but it wasn't pretty.
how can you blame me?
I envy the calmness
whim, the naive that
I've tried to protect,
was maimed and bruised.
how I became like this?
I cherished you, to consume
and to be consumed,
I'm more than a ghost
or a burglar in act;
it was my whole life.
my dear, it was sweet but death
becomes me; how cruel it is.