A Poet's Fantasy

Remember Me.

Darkness, come fetch me.
Take me to the place I belong to.
Your cold breath on my neck is what I desire now.
Your slender, bony fingers grasping at my neck.
Lift them a little higher and softly close those eyes, please.
But wait.
Where is she?

Oh, there she is.
Sweating, sobbing, blood on her fingers.
Don't cry, darling. I smile.
She cries louder.
Does my smile disgust you that much?
Won't you remember me?

She spoke.
Remember that time you said you didnt like talking to me?
Remember that time you wanted me dead so you could see if you felt something?
Remember that time you would rather I cry and cling to your feet than a smile and be happy?
Remember that time you accused and pointed fingers at me so much we slept in different rooms?
Remember that time you were so selfish you didn't care about my thoughts?
Remember that time you made me unable to breathe just with your venomous words?
Oh, darling, why would I ever remember you?

It was curious.
I could hear her voice, but her lips weren't moving.
I suppose you do hate me.
With all your heart even.
These words might not be what you said.
But I always did love reading those beautiful eyes of yours.
I regret taking away their innocence.
I regret breaking that beautiful soul of yours.

But push me away.
Because all I derive from hurting you is pleasure.
And if given a second chance, I would do it all again in a heartbeat.
For your happiness, push me away.
This time, permanently.
Let me rest eternally in the garden of the wicked.

I bid you adieu my dear.
For the final time ever.
So let go of my hand.
And shut my eyes with those soft hands of yours.
And let me kiss you for the final time ever.
Ah, darkness has come way too early.
I cannot tell you this, but my last thoughts were these.
Forget me, darling.
All I bring is disaster and pain.
To myself and others around me.
I always only leave with a scar on the ones in my heart.