I'm the Villain Now 10/21/17
I've ripped out my own heart to give to you
Time and time again
Foolishly
Regretfully
Bloody and torn
I've handed it over
Willingly
Knowing that the outcome could never be different than before
That the result would only be more desecration
More degradation
More defilement
To my heart, to my very soul
And yet
I would hand it over
As if I were still naive
Still a virgin
Untouched
By pain or sorrow or heartache
By the betrayal of all my beliefs
I hand it over in hope
I hand it over in love
I hand it over in clear insanity
I couldn't stop myself from handing it over
I loved you so
Even though I wanted to
Even though I knew I was only destroying myself
Even though the danger was no longer you but me
A danger to myself
I have no intention of stopping
I'll keep handing it over
Until there's not but pulp and rot
Until both love and hate are replaced with indifference
Until I've become the voice in your head
And the shadow that haunts your nights
I will hand it over
Until we are both impaled on these blades
These copious knives in my back
I shall pull them round and share them with you
Till you're not but pulp and rot
And when we finally
Finally drift apart
After decades of tacit mutual abuse
You will carry me with you
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The Plague that is Love
PoetryPoetry I've written throughout the years. Mostly about love, or at least the aftermath of . Everything will be dated from when it was written
