Octopus
I will always love you the way I did before
Before your love became a constraint against time and my freedom was traded for immortality
Before I became lobotomized, my decisions were no longer made.

Before you threw me over yonder with no answer to my only question

Why?

Why did your love send me into disarray and suffocate me in corrosive liquid? My pained grunts were ignored as you smothered me with kisses.

When did hugs become tests for how much my body can handle?

Hugging me tighter despite my bones cracking under pressure, I took your sweet love and swallowed it whole, hoping that it meant you couldn’t let go. You never did; you took me as a captive and slung me into the field of love.

Love was so intense that it pierced my skin. My blood bled into the ocean of pain and agony.

I no longer feel shame because when I am with you, my only waking thought is

Is it the end?

You are my ringed octopus, and I am your captive clownfish, the cheese in your trap, the fly in your Venus flytrap and the nectar in your rose.

You wanted me, you loved me, you adored me, you used me, you suffocated me.

You killed me

To die loving you was a feat that grew honourable.
To die being loved by you was a feat that grew impossible.
To die with love. It was a feat I didn’t know.