The _____ Hearts Of The Duetists Poem by Zackory Kzeminski

As I sit there in a dumb-found stupor
as I re-read the letter you left in my posession
with a broken heart made from my blackened deadened heart
the words i read still play in my mind
while my body gives out on me as
the blood stained letter falls from my hand
it reads:

'thank you for always being so super
you were my one last fatal obsession
i'll leave this for you from an angels broken start
these lines i leave i shall try to make kind
as i tell you that everything has
been lost as i fade under rock and sand
i love you...your deepest needs'

As I struggle to catch myself
remembering the gun in my pocket
searching my blackened soul for the strength
to place the barrel where my heart should be
wanting to pull the trigger as your corpse flashes through
my fading memory

Of the day you left this note on the bookshelf
in the place we called the 'empty socket'
now it seems as though i am but a wavelength
away from the place where its just you and me
in that dark place where we would have to start anew
our hidden misery

As the muzzle flash flickers
the world begins to fade to black
and yet there you are as beautiful as ever
even in death you never did cease to amaze me
even now as we walk together hand in hand
onto a better place than the likes
in which we've left behind

Here in a place where no one bickers
you and i are once again back
as the love we have will never
die so long as we shall forever be
together in this place of a foreign land
like the ones we made as little tykes
forever we are entwined


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this is the work of not only myself but with the help of the most uhhmazing friend i could ever have in my life 'kitty' who is extremely adorable hehe