You have everything that hasnt fractured me already.
You have the pieces that I can spare, those misshapen, deformed things
that I cast aside and you picked up, unafraid, even as I screamed at you not to,
even as I begged you not too.
Now you know too much.
You know me too well.
So I had to do it and you had to touch me, one final time, didnt you, just to
make me feel again that final time as I stole your light and bundled it into
the empty thing of rattling bones and snapping teeth that I have become.
A halloweeen decoration you put out at parties that everyone was afraid of.
Scream, children scream.
Laugh, devil laugh.
You look at me still.
Once my everything.
Always my everything.
I'm sorry I killed you.
I'm sorry I can't die too.
I'm sorry I made you love me.
I'm sorry you made me love you.
I'm sorry.
Then I ate your heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem