I have loved you,
you know I have,
loved you beyond the
measure that you set,
beyond even my
expectations of how
much I might love.

And yet even this
was not enough as
you drank my blood
and suckled on this
force of life that I
was willing to give.

But now there is no more
left to offer to your thirst,
to your desperation to
take me apart and pull
out my patient beating heart.

You have taken it all in
your conquest, and now I
must stitch up the jagged
wounds and cover them with steel.

Yes, I loved you even in your
taste for my tenderised flesh, as I
saw the horrid glee in your work.

Now, only these are left: the scars
of you and me and the pain.

I have loved you, you know I have.

 

4/1/2024