my dearest, listen close
this is the last poem about you
because you are the angel
in the heaven of my self-harm
my love is killing me
why nobody ever tells you
how to save yourself from you?
you are making me sick
no, I am making myself
feel this way
it is so painful
I might just die out of sadness
but the pain feels right
the pain feels like living
oh I am nothing
nothing but a loving machine
