"You'll always have my heart." he promised
Pointing to his heart
He had to bend down
as his forehead
pressed against mine
I loved the fuzzy feeling
I missed it
but now
The blade looked so cold
As it writhed beneath his skin
It dug between his ribcage
Deeper and deeper
He glanced up at me
And I watched in horror
While his eyes locked on mine
Tears blurred my vision
Blood blurred his
"You'll always have my heart" he whispered
"So here it is."
YOU ARE READING
love and death
PoetryThese are some of my alltime favorite poems that give me chills to the bone from sudden twists or make me cry.
