My poems

My dear.

My dear the time has come,
To break down what we have begun.
A fool I was, to love so sweet.
Your skin, so tender, it's such a treat.

My dear, desire consumes me so,
I fear that I must let you go.
For beauty that is just as yours,
Shan't not be locked behind these doors.

My dear, I am a selfish one!
To let you go is to draw a gun.
Press it to this chest of mine and pull it slow till pain ignites.

My love, you fill thee with guilt.
Gnawing, fighting to the hilt.
Draw your sword and sharpen thy blade, kiss me with thy metal again.

Cut the shackles and set thy free, a love so pure is no good for me.

My dear, I'm sorry I've caused such strife.

I'll end it now.

I'll take my life.

Apologies are over said, as you wither away in your permanent bed.
That of dirt and creatures too, one that I had dug for you.

Soon I'll be right by your side, with my dear, my love of mine.