Death, Death. Poem by Bryce King

Death, Death,
That is him.
He so gently killed me.
He destructively held me.
If I didn't Love him I'd be someone else
Lies, Lies,
That is what he says.
He said he loved me,
But he stepped on my throat.
He said we were friends.
But he ran on my heart.
'I can't breath, I can't breath, '
I scream when I feel him near.
'Don't touch me, '
I plead.
He spits on my thoughts,
and leaves my body hanging,
from a rope.
Death, Death.