Warning: this poem contains symbolic descriptions of murder and death.
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I had never seen such a sight, your hair embraced by the night
A tear tickles my cheek as I stare, a smile you own- never share
Such delicacy you partake in, a soft bite from my fruit of sin
While roses bleed your lips, the sword ached to separate from your hips
Rubies form your iris, these diabolical eyes left me in a crisis
My head moves to the side, neck exposed- nothing left to hide
Cold fingers muffle my cries, as the moon attempts to lull me with lies
The blade snickers so sinisterly, when it kisses my vulnerable artery
Then your eyes meet mine in a promise, at least you were never dishonest
You knew how foolish I had been, to think you would let me win
And how I remain so daft, for I cannot hate you no matter the act
Now consciousness clutches onto me desperately, when you lower cruel lips intimately
How lovely the words you speak, while you continue a sadistic deed
How strangely captivating were raven strands, as gravity drags down my hands
I had never wanted us to end this way, to my utter dismay
But at least I will not see your wicked smiles, if an angel covers my tired eyes
A tilt of my lips is felt, when the palm of your hand is set
On my cheek- so divine, maybe in another life you could've been mine
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One of my earliest poems, that's why the style is kind of different; the sentences are fragmented.
Although I don't enjoy this choppy writing style anymore, I still remember this poem randomly and decided to add it despite being old.
Narrator: female
Addressee: male
YOU ARE READING
Anaxiphilia
Poetry"Over my dead body you sadistically gaze; You still choose this, despite the many ways You could leave, but you only desire me to grieve."
