A Selfish Act Poem by Amalia Mirande

He was full of life, he loved it unconditionally with its hard times and sunny days.
He was a happy soul,
He could be serious and give the best smile
He could be pushed to the ground and fly higher than before.
He transpired love and kindness
He could be mean but always respectful
He was everything to me
My link with the rest of the world
But he left me, drowning in his own blood.
Handsome like only he knows
The cuts are perfect and symmetrical
On his two infinity ankle tattoos
He broke his promise
Fooled me and left me
Where is all the love he had for this life
Where is all the joy...