Cry
Know that I love you, Dear. Know that I cherished every second with you. Your gaze forever etched eternally in my soul. Your lips. Your flesh—to feel such warmth only to embrace the chill without you next to me. Why do the Gods curse me so? Punishing me for my crimes—for loving you was my only sin. I'm so tired, Baby. Please hold me one last time. I'm so cold. For only darkness awaits me, now. Please—I'm begging. Please, my love. Forgive me.
This poem is about:
Me