When I give up
for the very last time,
and the maggots reach my ribcage,
not even they will have my heart—
not like you did,
never like you did.
But when I finally succumb
and they burrow deep enough,
all they will taste is you.
When my skull yields
for the final time,
and they slip into my mind,
all they will see is you.
It’s all so ruined by your love
that even decay hesitates—
lingering, confused—
because I am still reaching for you.
Yet when all of me is gone
the earth may radiate
as I did when we first met.
Even if I never reach Heaven,
the devils will know
I have already seen it
in every second spent with you.
And if there is no Heaven at all,
let the darkness be thick with your name.
And when they ask if I tired
of loving you,
I will say no,
because loving you
was never something I did.
It was something
that consumed me whole.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 5:07 PM UTC
When I give up
for the very last time,
and the maggots reach my ribcage,
not even they will have my heart—
not like you did,
never like you did.
But when I finally succumb
and they burrow deep enough,
all they will taste is you.
When my skull yields
for the final time,
and they slip into my mind,
all they will see is you.
It’s all so ruined by your love
that even decay hesitates—
lingering, confused—
because I am still reaching for you.
Yet when all of me is gone
the earth may radiate
as I did when we first met.
Even if I never reach Heaven,
the devils will know
I have already seen it
in every second spent with you.
And if there is no Heaven at all,
let the darkness be thick with your name.
And when they ask if I tired
of loving you,
I will say no,
because loving you
was never something I did.
It was something
that consumed me whole.
