Poetry By Porcelain Prince

The Night I Died

The night I died....
Her mind was made up.
She wanted to call me hers again.
But i knew it wouldn't last.
Through her agony I saw her heart as pure as a white rose.
She loved with all of her.
But I loved her more than anyone.
More than everything.
She was the moon and the stars.
But like the moon she had been hurt before.
Struck with comets destroying her heart.
So on the night she said, "Goodbye."
I didn't blame her.
I didn't ask why.
I didn't try to talk her out of it.
She needed it to end.
So I let her go.
As soon as it was over I no longer had the will to eat.
To breathe,
To just live.
I loved her more than anyone will ever care for her.
But she was the moon. She was protecting me from comets.
When we fought she just wanted it to end.
But I wanted to be with her through everything.
She ended it.
That was the night I truly died.