Dying Love Poem by ally lira

The strong-hold of your grip, upon my heart,
veins wrapped securely, thorns digging into
the grenade in which my heart has become.
No beats of life can thrum,
bu-bum, bu-bum, bu-bum,
only silence, a slight trickle of liquid connecting with liquid
is distinguishable.
But still so faint.
Blood slides easily down the vein and onto my heart.
You squeeze and squeeze, tighter and tighter,
draining the life right out of me.

You cause unbearable pain,
as your grip gets remarkably tighter,
and I become dangerously weaker,
I submit to you and realize my eyes have began to flutter.
Fighting to stay open, stay awake, stay alive...
while my breathing begins to catch in my throat,
hoarsely, my breathing gets fainter and fainter with every second ticking by.
My fluttering eyes cease and shut,
I go limp, and watch my life float by.
All the while you squeeze and squeeze,
an ocean of not just blood, surrounds you,
blood, and love, and happiness, and memories.

I've never given much thought to how I would die,
but dying by the hands of love,
seems painfully easy, compared to dying by the deeds of a stranger.
Even though I died, you hold my heart always,
because I told you it was yours,
and you promised to never let it go.
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inspired by: Rob James Murtin